Another Day In Paradise

This was one of those lovely days where everything just kind of fell into place.

At one point this morning our stomachs were complaining so loudly that we could no longer sleep. Having been up until 1:00 watching Death Proof after our earlier outing to see Inglourious Basterds, it felt unbearably early. Rolling over to peer at the alarm clock, I was surprised to find that it was 10:00. That’s when I remembered The Princess was across town at Grumma and Grumpa’s house, so The Hubbs and I drove on up to Twin Lakes to enjoy breakfast at our favorite joint – Manny’s Snack Shack.

Mmm…Denver omelet.

From there we headed to Grumma and Grumpa’s to retrieve the princess and visit for a bit while they chowed on our leftovers.

Pop gave me a little bit of a scare for a minute when he said he had a funny backache this morning and that he had taken a Nitro pill…and that after the Nitro it had gotten better. In case you’re not aware, my dad had a heart attack in December of 2003 that left him in the hospital for a couple of weeks and home from work for a couple months. It was a very scary time for all of us and, being a Daddy’s girl, I tend to get a little over-sensitive when he starts talking about backaches, etc. The Nitro pills are what he should take when he feels like he might be having a heart attack…which is the reason for my nervousness when he told me this.

I’m happy to report that he’s just fine. The pill knocked him on his ass and he felt a little better after taking it. Then after we left he realized he hadn’t taken any of his normal daily medicine, which seems to be what had caused him to feel a bit off in the first place. Pop, if you’re reading this, TAKE YOUR DAMNED PILLS IN THE MORNING TOMORROW. We do not need another scare on your birthday!

On the way home from Grumma and Grumpa’s house, we stopped off at Aldi and WalMart for some essentials. Might as well add some productivity to the day as long as we had to drive past the stores anyway, right?

Anyone who’s been keeping up with this blog is aware of our disaster of a garbage sale a couple of weekends ago. It flopped so spectacularly I found myself looking around for Bennifer…nothing else could have cursed any production so flamboyantly, could it?

Anyhoo…the garage has been all but unusable since. Every time I walk out the kitchen door there it is, staring me in the face and flaunting the failure of the sale. All of our old crap that we’d dragged up from the basement, mocking me every time I went to fill the dogs’ food bowl or bring out the trash.

Well, I’ve had enough. Today, I decided, was the day I was going to tackle the aisles and piles and take back my garage. Tuning the radio to the we-play-anything-we-want station that I love, I got down to work. A few hours and two donation trips to the Salvation Army store later, I pulled the car into the garage…and man did it feel good.

Oh, and while I was out I also got the oil changed in The Cab (that’s our car, in case you didn’t know…) and ordered dinner. I figured after all my hard work on the garage today I had earned a repeat performance of those life-changing nachos from Dusty’s. You’ll be happy to know they did not disappoint. :)

Once the delivery guy left and we had our grub, we settled down in front of the TV. The Princess was taking a nap – the grumparents wear her out, don'tchaknow – so we decided it’d be a good time to start a movie. I really needed some time to veg.

About halfway through Forrest Gump, The Hubbs' phone rang. D was out and about, and wanted to come up for a visit.

So now I’ve been serenaded with both piano and guitar, and the boys are hanging out like old times. Why am I sitting in front of the computer? Two reasons: I don’t have the energy for much else, and sometimes boys just need to be boys.

I think I’ll go play with The Princess. ‘Night, y’all!