I left work early on Friday because the boss did and my mind was fried. We decided to walk away from the house I wrote about here. We decided that it’s too expensive to chase, but being that it’s a divorce situation, we know they must get rid of it and have no other offers on the table. Perhaps it will drop in cost, but for now, we’ll continue to enjoy our condo.
I got a manicure just before going to pick up Bub at the train station. When I collected my husband, we went straight to a wine tasting where we were meeting my family to support the organization my sister volunteers at. The organization has to do with animals. The event was held in a hall. The event smelled like animals, namely cat litter.
We left after some tasting and stopped at a local Mexican place for some late dinner before some TV and then bed.
Saturday was consumed by cleaning. Cleaning the new kitchen counters and sink we just had installed. Cleaning the inside and outside of cabinets and reorganizing every item including the 6 boxes of cous cous we didn’t know we had.
Bub was a laundry superstar. I had on my sexy plastic gloves for toilet and tub scrubbing pleasure.
Then it was off to 3 grocery stores in search of manicotti squares in order to make dinner for my friend who was visiting from DC.
No one sells damn maincotti, so lasagne was made instead. Bub thought it might be weird since it was a manicotti recipe for which I was making lasagne. I reminded him that manicotti and lasagne are booth NOODLE dishes. It would be OK.
It was OK–in fact, it was delish.
No lasagne leftovers remain.
Yesterday we went to the “Natick Collection” to see the first Nordstrom of Massachusetts. I bought shoes which I am wearing today. And they are glorious. Bub got a new suit. He is just the most handsome man ever in a suit.
We were exhausted after battling the cars and crowds at the newly renovated “collection” (mall!) and headed home. Some more TV and some more cleaning completed the evening. I finally got my Harry Potter books from Amazon and got back to reading where I had left off when I borrowed book 2 on the Cape several weeks ago.
I’m now writing this with 34 emails to follow up on and a bazillion things to do. You can see where my priorities lie. I also have the door shut, my space heater on, and I’m contemplating looking on the Starbucks Web site to pick out a new drink to go get at lunch to keep warm.
Any suggestions? I’m tired of lattes.