But there were no naps.

It was an action-packed weekend, for sure. Here we go.

Friday night, first a quick work-out, the fourth of the week, then dinner with Mr. Short Term, followed by MSNBC on his couch. It's not even a "real" relationship, and we're already predictable. Hee. (We were going to go for another walk, but it started raining.) He did tell me there's a possibility that he might be rearranging his work situation in a way that would allow him to travel less and actually maybe settle in somewhere. I just nodded to acknowledge I heard him, but made no commentary otherwise. I don't presume that this decision is in any way connected to wanting to spend more time with me. I will continue to presume this unless or until I have some reason to think otherwise. Seems like the wisest plan.

Saturday morning, up and at the housecleaning.

Saturday afternoon, readers' club. I went all out and took a bag of Doritos that I bought with my own two hands. Sorry, readers...there was no time for cooking. But it was a "two flavors in one bag" bag, including the tasty "Zesty Taco"--that should count for something, right? I drank some wine, gorged myself on deviled eggs and pecan bars and left very much wanting to take a nap. But there was no time.

I stopped by the liquor store to get beer for the evening's activities. And to allow the liquor store owner to properly debit my card for my last purchase. Earlier in the week, I bought some beer and they accidentally charged me $0.96 instead of $9.60. I didn't realize it until the next morning, so they told me they'd fix it the next time I came in, and thanked me very much for my honesty. I couldn't just let it slide--how guilty would I feel every time I went in there? And I LIKE this liquor store. They have a dog, and some parrots, and an aquarium, and enough plants to fill a greenhouse. I can't rip off (even accidentally) people who bring their dog to work! (He's a handsome beast, too...a huge brindled Great Dane.)

I was home long enough to feed the cats and take Pudge out, then it was off to a baby shower/party in a far south suburb. It turned out to be a smaller gathering than I was expecting...low-key and nice. A little awkwardness when it came to present opening time, though. Several small items had been purchased from the official registry list. I noticed mom-to-be's face looked a little confused a couple of times--apparently their 8-year-old daughter "helped" with the scanning of items for the list, and a few things got on there that weren't necessarily planned. They were little, inexpensive things at least, so if they aren't exactly what they wanted, it's no big deal. Thank goodness she didn't scan something big and expensive and completely inappropriate. Hee.

I asked the daughter if she was looking forward to having a little brother. "I don't like brothers." Ah, I explained, but you have a very BIG brother (14 years older) and this will be a very LITTLE brother, and YOU will be the boss. That seemed to cheer her up. Heh. (Yes, for those of you keeping track, that would be a 22-year-old, an 8-year-old, and soon, an infant. This nest may never be empty!) She was also very, very proud of a beautiful fluffy blue pillow she sewed for the new arrival. She's a very creative kid. She painted a beautiful floral still-life recently for her mom. I'm thinking of commissioning her for some new art. I have a few of her original works, but mostly from an earlier, more primitive phase. I'm particularly fond of a rainbow made with Fruit Loops, hanging under fluffy cotton ball clouds. She's way past that now, of course.

Sunday morning, church. You know how they say a smile is contagious? And I always think "they" need to shut up and stop telling me to smile? Well, maybe "they" ARE right. There was a family visiting church, and their oldest son had the most radiant smile I have ever seen. He was apparently developmentally disabled in some way, but he was just so happy to be there. Everything he looked at made him smile. And every time HE smiled, everyone else smiled. We should all be "disabled" like that.

After church, and post-church choir practice, I decided that I needed Indian food, so I drove south and went to my favorite Indian restaurant for the lunch buffet. My favorite sharply-dressed waiter was there--the one that always at least pretends to flirt with me. I'm sure he's just angling for bigger tips. (It worked, by the way.) Then I stopped at the Big Box Mart down the street for cat food, and made my way back north.

I couldn't stand the dead stuff and layer of leaves covering my flowerbeds one more day, so I did a first pass on cleaning those out. Much better!

Then I did my evening animal duties, sat down on the couch, and thought I might never get up again. If it was up to me, I'd still be there.

(Did I neglect to mention that I was suffering with terrible monthly cramps for at least half the weekend? And the spring pollen was making my eyes itch and my cheekbones hurt? And still I was a whirling dervish of activity? Consider it mentioned.)

So, what did YOU do this weekend?