I come from a long family history of "Crappy Birthdays" which also includes "Crappy Made Up Holidays"... don't worry about our Thanksgivings and Christmases... I manage to salvage them. ANYWAY. SO, yes my husband got his obligatory "Happy Father's Day" in words from me, and I reminded our son to tell him also. Holiday accomplished!!! The rest of the day was all about ME. Not really, but if I could have put in an actual order for a perfect day, yesterday would have been it.
Slept in until 10am. It's the time of the month when my band is tight, and I'm not craving sugar, so I could enjoy all kinds of fabulous food without worry. The weather was gorgeous... 80 degrees and a breeze... my ALL TIME FAVORITE. Perfect laying out weather... broke out the yellow polka dot bikini... and enjoyed the sun (yes I know this is a cancer risk, but that will ruin my perfect day scenario, so screw it). Where was I? Oh, yes... I also finished the other half of my personal bottle of Moscato. We went and flew a kite. Enjoyed my five year old. Barbecued some marinated chicken. Did a few little odd things, just to feel a little bit accomplished. Words aren't doing this justice.
I was telling my friend at work about my perfect weekend... her response? "It's just the calm before the storm". Damn, damn, damn it! She thinks like I do. I just hadn't gotten THERE yet. Screw it. I'm still high on my perfectly peaceful Sunday. I'll worry about the storm tomorrow.
It's almost time for me to go home for the day, and I still need to eat my lunch. I'm just starting to feel hungry. Gotta love this. I wish it was like this all month long. I'll get about two and a half good weeks. Maybe I'll see below 174 soon. Maybe I won't. I put all of my new pants in the dryer on super hot to try and shrink them. My life story. At least I eeked out one amazing day from the universe. I win. Love you all...