'Chupping One's Fries, Playing Woof, and the Discovery of the Fried Twinkie

Funny, I could swear I just posted something yesterday...but then I find myself coming to the realization that tomorrow is Friday. Again. This past week has flown by at lightning speed...lemme get y'all caught up with what's going on out here in paradise.

Friday of last week started out a little sour...I woke up with such a twang in my shoulder that I couldn't raise my left arm over my heart without searing pain. I had noticed a faint pop when I was playing with The Princess the night before, but hadn't thought any more of it. Apparently I pinched a nerve. No worries, though...since it was a short day at work I couldn't take the train (they don't run in the middle of the day right now due to track construction), and with my arm like that I could hardly drive the 40+ miles to the office. My only choice was to work from home. I know...poor me!

After work we went out to play and had some Culver's for a late lunch/early dinner...let's call it Dunch. So, we're out to Dunch and The Princess is hogging all of the French fries. She gets this look on her face when Daddy dunks one in the ketchup before sticking it in her pie-hole, and watches intently as he dunks another. That did it. The next 15 minutes were nothing but The Princess dunking and chewing, dunking and chewing...so proud of herself for learning the important procedure of properly 'chupping one's fries before wolfing them down.

On Saturday, my bestest bud came up to visit. She set up her tent in the back yard and we had a BBQ followed by a gigantic bonfire. Her wonderful man stopped over with his kids in tow...luckily TJ is a bit of a pyro (in a good way, really!). This meant that we had a willing 15-yr-old who would happily run back and forth between the pile of dried out bush pieces and the fire. We called this playing "Woof". Every time we threw another dead chunk of evergreen on the fire, it made this great woof sound...hence the name. :)

Neighbor Man (T's knight in shining armor, for those of you who don't know) took us out on his boat on Sunday, and I decided I was going to nut up and hop into the tube. After being dragged around the lake for a little while I realized I was stuck. I mean stuck. I motioned for Neighbor Man to stop and the kids started reeling me in. Well, I'd be damned if I was going to let them reel me in and then try to figure out how to rectify the whole beached-whale situation I had gotten myself into. I figured it was probably better for everyone if I just tipped myself on out of the tube and swam it in. Gave me a chance to pick my Uber-Wedgie on the way as well. My suit did not start out as a thong, but apparently it has other ideas of what it wants to be when it grows up...

After tubing, we hit Famous Freddie's in Fox Lake for some much-needed sustenance. Two words: Fried. Twinkie.

That night we (T, Neighbor Man and I) headed out to the McHenry Outdoor Theater to see Grease and Dirty Dancing. Big-time fun...haven't been there in years! And there was a '68 Mustang fastback right by the concession stand. I had this elaborate plan for stealing it, but somehow I cam home 'stang-less.

Sadly, T had to take off on Monday. The rest of the day was spent sitting around on my duff, watching movies with the hubbs, and playing with The Princess.

All in all, I'd have to say this is the most fun I've had in one weekend in a very long time. Those few days at home actually managed to feel like a vacation, and Lord knows how badly I've needed one of those!