Things have been a little slow in blogland this weekend. I’ve been a little slow myself, which is just what I needed to recharge after a long week at work. This morning, I had an eclair (yum!) and coffee for breakfast, Hubby and I watched Ever After, a movie I had almost forgotten is one of my all-time faves, and now I’m watching the French Open, hoping Nadal can win just one more set before the court gets too soupy.
(As a side note, I love Nadal and all his quirks. He often seems uncomfortable, pulling at his underwear, rubbing his nose, pushing his unruly hair behind his ears, usually in sequence. I became a fan when he was the underdog, facing the then-unstoppable Federer, and getting made fun of for wearing capris. But I’ve always loved an underdog story.)
I’ve been enjoying my weekend of nothing, but also making plans for later this summer. Remember this? How I was feeling nostalgic and wanted to reminisce with my sister with some washed-up 90s bands? Well, it’s happening. I just bought the plane ticket, and we are so doing this!
The problem, or potential problem, is that I’ll be leaving Hubby home by himself for a week. While I’m sure he’s perfectly capable of giving himself the four injections he’ll need in my absense, he would rather not. I can’t exactly blame him. It’s not easy to give yourself a shot in the ass. But now we’re not sure what to do, where he might be able to go, or whom he can ask to give him these injections. Any suggestions?
I actually do have a list of things I need to accomplish today. And I need a list to ensure I get something done, otherwise I very well could spend all day on the couch. So I’ll leave you with not one, but two songs. I’ll get my groove on real quick and then go wash some dishes.