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bear weekend

So yeah: Oona and I were on our own this weekend, while C was away at a Toastmasters jamboree (can you imagine?). Oona and I were fine. We made bears out of plasticine. We made the computer talk to us. We tortured Dora. We ate our weight in butter.

C came home on Sunday afternoon. That night, even though we were both exhausted and low-key (she watched tv while I read), I tried to stick close, ask her about her weekend -- you know, be *present*. Why are you talking so much? C asked. Could you just shut up for awhile?

Tonight she's going to be late getting home, as she has a manicure/pedicure appointment. But I'll be home in time for supper, she said. Although I don't what you're going to make because there's fuck all in the fridge. When are you going to do the grocery shopping?

Then tomorrow night I can't attend my writer's group because she has another Toastmaster's gig (she's the area governor, whatever that hell that means).

On Thursday I might get to go to my studio after work, but only if I make sure there's left-overs (or pizza) for the ladies' supper.

Oh, and I still have my fun cough/cold. God, your cough sounds terrible, C said last night, turning up the volume on the tv.

Comments

  1. "Sounds like someone's got a case of the mondays."

    ;-)

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  2. Ba ha ha ha ha! Oh wait! First, your little one is such a cutiepatootie! How adorable is she with all those curls???!!!! Your description of the week with your other ladylove has me laughing partly because I've been there - or rather, my husband has been there, where you were. Your description sounds funnier than real life, though. You could write for sitcoms!

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  3. Anonymous8:22 pm

    Cool couples are the best ever! Love that pic of Oona on the sidebar.

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