Offspring is spending the weekend at camp with her new Girl Scout troop, and JF and I are wandering the house like lost little puppies. We had a nice dinner out together last night, and it felt very odd to be asking the hostess for a table for two instead of for three. My fingers had even formed themselves into "three" before I fully realized that they had a life of their own.
JF let me sleep very late, which was a nice luxury. I normally sleep as long as they'll let me on the weekends, but this was crossing the border from "lazy weekend" into "slothful and hedonistic." It felt wonderful.
We've puttered around the house, him playing "Call of Duty" on the Xbox, and taunting the youngsters with his sharp-shooting prowess, and myself making Christmas cards in the craft room, and digging on some songs I downloaded from iTunes with a gift card leftover from my birthday. Eventually, JF got so bored that he decided to mow the grass. In order to pull ourselves from the mire of childless lassitude, we have the high-time party plans to go get some Mexican food for dinner and then to go grocery shopping. It's a hot time in the city tonight, people! Stop us before we do something truly dangerous!
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