weekend
In response to my last few weekends of never-ending madness – between friend birthdays, ladies nights, vet and puppy appointments and general debauchery – I decided to devote this weekend and next to staying home with the Man and the Buddy, also known as the Rabid Beast. I was still recovering from this previous weekend’s whirlwind on Monday (which involved stealing a little leaguer’s mitt), and Tuesday my alarm failed to wake me up my normal time (I awoke only two hours before I need to leave for work, instead of three) so today feels like the first full day of my week. Starting on Wednesday has its ups, like the week is halfway over and I can officially start planning my weekend.
Now that my social schedule has been cleared, I can return to my domesticated self. The anticipation of the weekend is mounting and my inner planner has already assembled an ambitious list of domestic stuff for me to do. Like laundry, because that did not get done this weekend and I can’t wear the same pair of black pants more than once in a single week; it’s a rule I have. The Man has put the kibosh on me hiring a housekeeper, so I still have Cinderella duties that I’ve failed to do recently so the homestead is a wreck. In fact, the Man broke out the vacuum yesterday because it’s been so long since I have – which reminds me, I have to make sure the cord is wrapped up and not just tangled in the closet. Because stupid little things like that always get me, I didn’t learn how to not sweat the small stuff.
In between the chores, I’m gonna get some hearty homecooking done. The excitement is UNFATHOMABLE. I love to eat. I love to feed people. I love to eat and feed people things I have made with my own hands (that are covered in the Rabid Beast drool and fur because I like to carry him around while I do things in the kitchen, appetizing). I’ve got braised beef tacos on my list, something that has been gnawing at my tummy for a good while now. Flank steak that’s been braised hours, HOURS I tell you, in delicious Mexican spices and tomatoes until it melts into heart warming taco-ness. I have some Mexican cheese left over from queso fundido that will smother the beef taco-ness, oh I can’t wait! I’m also thinking about making a mega-batch of meatballs to have on hand for whenever. See, this is why the Man stays with me, despite my mangled bruised legs and burping, and I laugh really loud and say really inappropriate things in front of strangers (mostly in elevators), it’s because I feed him good food. And because in the failing light of dusk, when he takes his contacts out and when the lights off, I’m a beauty. Right below Pam from the Office.
Maybe if I accomplish some cleaning and have beef taco goodness prepared, the Man will even let me rent the movie 30 Days of Night, which I have been waiting to come available on On Demand, but still hasn’t. I’m anxiously awaiting this movie, but I can’t watch alone ‘cause I might start crying or pee my pants, so I need the Man and Buddy to watch with me, so really the weekend is a bribe. And if I wet the bed I can blame it on Buddy, so really there are no losers in life. |
