I’ve been so lazy this weekend. I really should to make dinner tonight, but I’m just not sure if I can bring myself to get away from the computer and take a shower, let alone go to the store. Still, if I don’t, I will have had the most indulgent bad-for-you weekend food-wise in quite some time. It has ranged from the all-you-can-eat Asian buffet on Friday (a great surprise, those places usually suck) to the massive roast beef sandwich and garlic fries last night with nary a vegetable to be seen. I think I ate some salad at the buffet. But let’s face it; eating a little salad will not offset the Mongolian barbeque or the pound of crab legs I stuffed into myself. Now, I completely believe in indulging oneself every once in a while, but all weekend is stretching it a bit.
However, I also believe in having completely restful weekends, too and that generally means not cooking. Last week was a complete stress bonanza what with Max being sick, endless paperwork for the house and Florida short-sales, and a bizarre phone call from a friend who says he may flee the country.
That last one was a doozy, wasn’t it? Alex and I have no idea why this friend feels a need to quickly leave his homeland, and I don’t think it would be a good idea to try to find out. But, he called us last week to find out how long it takes to get a passport and to say goodbye. He was very cryptic and Alex didn’t pry, but as this friend spent a little time in jail on a drug trafficking charge (long before we met him, and I bet you know people who did stupid stuff when they were young) and has a bit of a temper, we are assuming the worst. He once vowed to Alex that he would never go to jail again. I’m hoping he’s being an alarmist, or is just sick of his life and wants to change, but I’m not so sure.
The result of all this has been bad sleep, a sore jaw, and a headache or two. So I’m sure you can all forgive me if I claim some heavy down time.
I have to say, I had no idea things could get this stressful and weird. I now kind of expect the paperwork; and while it’s not fun, it’s not surprising when the dog gets sick. I guess that sort of thing has become too much the norm for us, so life had to throw a vicious knuckleball our way.
*Sigh* Pass the Cheetos, I’m staying in.
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