I came home from a business dinner last night and noticed our front lawn was in dire need of a cut. I traded my dress pants for a pair of cut-offs shorts, donned my cowboy boots as to not get itchy grass cuttings on my feet and went to town with the weed wacker, pearl necklace and all. R sat on the front porch drinking a beer. It’s a shame we didn’t conclude the evening with a photo shoot.
R survived our annual family gathering at my mother’s cabin. Just me, R and 55 of my closest relatives. Everyone told me how much they liked him and then had a couple of beers and just told him directly. Having your family like your new boyfriend is like winning the boyfriend lottery, I’m pretty sure.
The cabin was just as wonderful as it tends to be. The weather was perfect, the water warm (by Minnesota standards) and the brats filled with wild rice, as the Emily, Minnesota butcher and God intended. I’m fairly certain my mother wins the awards of all awards for churning out so many waffles and blueberry pancakes.
I water skied one morning and epically crashed – out of the ski, face first into the water with one of my favorite stud earrings finding its final resting place at the bottom of lake Ruth. My muscles were so sore from the lap around the lake that I gave up after I fell and hauled myself into the boat with my shaking muscles. I then proceeded to complain about my sore body for the next 48 hours because my mom loves the opportunity to coddle and provide comforting, sympathetic comments to her eldest child because she’s out of shape. Seriously, guys, she loves it.
AND FRIDAY THANK GOODNESS
I hope everyone has a wonderful weekend. R and I are going to the zoo and out for ramen noodles. And then I’m going to strongly consider doing my homework. Remember when I had a 4.0? Yeah, me too.