I'm blogging like mad right now to get a jump start on what will probably be a blog-free weekend. I am headed out to HLaBW's beach tomorrow to the 'rents. My stepfather's birthday is tomorrow, and we plan to head out to one of the barrier islands for some fun. I'm sure we'll be gone most of the day.
JugglingFreak is less than enthused about the beach. As long as I've known him (about 14.5 years now), the beach has *never* been one of the places on his must-do itinerary. His idea of "roughing it" is a hotel room with no cable. He freely admits that frying in the sun and having sand scour your unmentionables is not high on his priority list. He makes concessions, of course, because he knows he'll be nagged until the end of time by our respective mothers if he doesn't. Plus, he's fond of saying that he likes my family better than his own, so if he had to spend the day with one set, he'd rather it be mine.
My mother is one of those people whom *absolutely everyone* in town knows. She's going through (I think) her fourth childhood. My mother, who will turn 59 (God, I hope that's right, or she'll skewer me...) in September, has a Harley. Do you know how disconcerting it is to try and walk into a store and purchase leather chaps *for your mother*?!?! She has a jet-ski, and she lives in the water in the summer. Most moms of this age are more like me -- we have a serious role reversal going on. I like to read, and sew, and I like to stay home with my family. I should be the one out on the town, calling my mother from the karaoke bar when I'm three sheets to the wind -- not my mother. Welcome to BizzaroWorld.
At any rate, we will be heading out to the islands for Saturday, and recuperating from Saturday on Sunday. JF has asked that we puh-leeze take the Offspring to the movies sometime on Sunday to see "Sky High." (He's a huge Bruce Campbell fan, so it's sheer dumb luck that he hasn't dragged us by our hair to see it yet.)