Thanks for the awesome weekend in Idaho. Due to you, the weekend was (as advertised) packed with action and full of fun: my oldest, dearest friend; a dinner out; breakfast with everyone, including grandkids; a drive northward; walks by the river; talk talk talk; a trip to Bozeman; excellent food. Movies. Well, you know--you were there.
However, I must say, my action-packed &c., today, after I saw my friend to the airport and drove home, I got slammed with your immediate flip-side--the hell-to-pay side. The small print in the contract that says, "Pursuant to awesome weekends will be hell to pay, to wit: summer cold, a general whipped feeling, slight nausea, vertigo in public places, slightly dangerous driving decisions, sudden tears."
First there was the exhaustion, which necessitated a small nap. Then there were some small rainy tearfests for no good reason except that I miss my friend and love my kids and we are all mortal. Then, the brief excursion to PetsMart in which I found myself wandering the cat food aisle trying to find the old cat cat food. Then the sneezing, and now the sniffing. Actually, I'm not even sure what I'm saying here as I am writing on the internet with very overheated eyes.
My action-packed, fun-filled life, why you got to be like that?