well, friends, i am about to embark upon a weekend of my parental and adulthood dreams. i dare not share lest you be so very jealous (two birthday parties, a soccer game, a soccer party, a basement draining due to a broken sump pump, a deadline making, some other work, and some strapless bra shopping—wish us luck!).
i hope your weekend is full of the kind of stuff that only dreams are made of.
here’s what i really would do if it were up to me:
- eat donuts
- sip a cappuccino with ed
- read and write poetry
- watch birds in flight
- laugh with friends
- play games on the floor with the boys
- eat filet mignon and one of those blue cheese salads that’s like a quarter wedge of iceberg lettuce
do you think they serve filet mignon at the bouncehouse place? maybe i will sneak poetry in my purse and hide in the bathroom reading while clyde is busy eating cake and bouncing off the walls.
truly the things dreams are made of, my friends.
new issue of this joy+ride with the amazing and talented elizabeth fleming! you won’t believe your eyes.
p.s. apartment therapy linked to my H&G blog! gulp!
Can I join you and can we eat those donuts together that we had in San Fran? Mmmm.
I will state the obvious: mmmm, donuts…
Congratulations on the Apartment Therapy mention! Woo hoo!
I was hardcore craving THAT VERY SALAD on FRIDAY…WTF?
i blame global warming.
Oh, my friend, I remember many a long night, staying up and dreaming about such weekends….I now take it all back…even the bra shopping is traumatic..