A weekend of carbs
Back when I hightailed it to California, my brother noted that he was gonna be here just a few weeks later.
Him: I mean, I’m back in NYC in March, just a couple of weeks from now.
Me: I know. I just have to do some things where you are. Besides, it’ll be good to see you anywho.
He arrived the other day.
Like most of the time when he’s here, that essentially meant days of pizza, since that’s the one thing that’s (clearly) better here than it is there.
Chad, Pac, and I shot another series of Scenic Fights videos this past weekend. We’re trying out some new things with a new format. Hopefully you’ll enjoy it.
Here’s a picture of Chad being an absolute badass…
…and of him being very domestic.
He’ll make some rich, elderly woman quite happy someday.
Shot 11 in the collage above was decidedly un-fun and my fault for having the pad so low.
Anywho, my domestic skills lie in cooking, not cleaning. To this end, I hired the ABFF’s cleaner to help clean up around the house while I baked the kiddo some Peanut Butter Oatmeal cookies.
This was one carb-y weekend, lemme tell ya.
Him: My room’s beautiful! She did such a great job!
Me: Do you think you could keep it clean?
Him: Can’t she just come here every day?
Me: Well, this has backfired.
As for him, I brought him to the Surgeon’s place for an impromptu (adult) birthday party.
Her: What do you think of her? (shows me a picture)
Me: Whoa. She’s gorgeous. What’s wrong with her?
Her: (laughing) Nothing! She’s a dancer.
Me: OK, but looks fade. Is she wealthy? (to the other women sitting at the table) I’m sorry, I’m terribly shallow. (pointing at self) In my defense, these looks aren’t going to last forever. (table laughs)
The kids had their own fun…
It amuses me how many people want to set me up with their friends. They should really read this blog to disabuse them of that notion.
On that note…
Me: You want to fix me up with a White House Fellow? I own a gym, why would you do that to her?
Him: (laughs) You have your moments.
Me: Ah, fun and games. Accurate. That I can provide.
Did manage to meet up with someone for drinks but that’s another story for another time.
The boy and I also managed to meet up with the NFL Player for even more carbs along with some of his other friends.
After this whirlwind weekend, and because it’s Daylight Savings, I took some of Alison’s meds that the cleaning lady found in the fridge.
Nuthing happened so I took a second dose. Long story short, I overslept for the first time in ages.
Him: Daddy, daddy! Wake up! You didn’t hear me?
Me: (groggily) Evidently not. What time is it?
Him: Late! We have to get to school!
Me: Is institutionalized learning really all it’s cracked up to be?
Him: Wake up!
Me: Blargh…
Location: earlier today, thinking WW3 was starting in the UWS
Mood: so tired
Music: Should you try again, should you just give up? (Spotify)
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