lovin' summer

Betsy asked "How was dinner?"

The answer is: I had the most fun weekend that I've had in ages. It went like this...

On Friday night, Bob and Karen came over with their kids. After the requisite nuggets and fries, the kids more or less watched a movie while the grown ups ate the picnic dinner, complete with two bottles of wine.

Saturday morning, Alan and I took the kids to the playground and then brought Jonah home to a sitter while we took Emily off to the Chinese Acrobats, which, by the way, was totally cool.

It was suppertime when we got home, and we whipped up a salad with the lettuce that Alan had brought from his garden and some pasta with fresh tomato sauce. My friend Kelly came over later, as did my friend Tina, and much more wine was consumed. Kelly's daughter Olivia came along to keep Emily amused and spent the night.

This morning, we took the kids to Harvest Bakery, my local favorite, for brunch. Emily and Olivia, who were up before anyone else, were in full makeup. Fortunately, I heard them rummaging in the desk drawer before they lined their eyes with a Sharpie, not after.

Alan is the best ever brunch partner because, like me, he always wants to get one eggs-and-potato dish and one syrup-vehicle dish and then share. We had a brie, asparagus, and tomato omelette with homefries and anadama toast and lemon-poppy pancakes with blueberry sauce.

After a quick rendezvous with Kelly at the other playground for a handoff, we came home, Alan left, and I painted the living room coffee table. I think the color is probably all wrong, but with another $11 and another hour, that problem can be solved easily enough.

I took the kids to Lowe's after Jonah's nap, returned some stuff, and bought some other stuff. The employee in aisle 10 was out and out rude to me when I sought assistance choosing adhesive tape, so I got him in trouble with the store manager and ended up with 10% off my total purchase to boot. It made me want to remodel my master bathroom on the spot, but I resisted.

The post-shopping Happy Meals that were dangled like a proverbial trans-fat-attack on a stick worked like a charm, and everyone behaved.

Except for the wash out on Friday night, it's been a fine 48 or so hours.

Posted by volfie at July 20, 2003 03:28 PM