So, I’m in Ohio right now. (Please do not rob my house). At some point this year, I decided that I wanted to take a full week off work and do the Indiana and Ohio visits and :: theatrical sniff :: I deserved a FULL week of vacation, complete with BOTH weekends so I would not have to choose who I visited for the weekend part, except it would have had to be Ohio as we are going to a wedding (!!) tomorrow.
Mercy pie, a week is a LOOOONG time. (And I am palpitating with fear, trying to figure out what I forgot to do that Gwen will shoot me for when I return to work on Monday).
(Also: I am right now avoiding doing some real writing, so there you go).
So, it has been a great vacation and I am not lying. First, I woke up last Friday morning with a huge cramp in my side that turned out to be a UTI (my first! oh, the timing) so I had to leave work early and there was SO much I should have done that I did not and OMFG, Monday will be hell. Anyway, Cipro is a wonder drug and, as Mom put it, at least I don’t have anthrax.
Oh, and Gene came home from a business trip with a sinus thing. Yeeeeeeargh!
But this meant that I was not certain we’d be leaving for Indiana the next day as planned. Originally, we were going to get up around 7-ish and leave Cheesecake City by 9. So instead, we left at noon and got to IN about 10. Thereby erasing an entire day of Fun In Indiana.
Fun In Indiana = Mom and Elaine take off to do Things. One thing we did was buy drywall for a project at Mom and Dad’s. It had to be a certain thickness and it had to be flexible to patch up a hole in Mom and Dad’s curvy staircase. (Almost all of you have been to my parents house – or possibly live there – so I am sure you can picture it).
(Oh, and the project is going to be done this weekend, so I dodged that bullet. But look forward to seeing the finished results at Xmas 2009).
One of the highlights of the time in Indiana was slugging my brother. He knows why. I know why. When I related the tale to Friend Julie, I said that hitting my brother never gets old and I meant it.
(Oh, hey, now we’re home in Cheesecake City – still, please do not rob my house).
Ohio was also nice. I had an entire afternoon to myself on Friday – and you know how I adore alone time! – while Gene and his brother went to see Inglorious Basterds. Saturday morning I woke up and realized that when I packed, I inadvertently forgot my nice pants (stupid Cipro and UTI, ugh!) so I had to wear jeans to the wedding yesterday. Fortunately, Ohio state law does not prohibit college friends wearing denim to weddings in order to make the marriage legal, so it was not a worry (in the end – although I had to talk myself out of an early morning trip to Meijer for pants). The wedding was really nice and it was so great to see a friend marry someone she so obviously loves (not that any of us married people we didn’t love, I guess it’s hard to explain).
Anyway, home now. Need to pick up the dogs, I just don’t feel like it right now. (I do, however, feel like slugging Gene, who is still sick).