I woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning. Grumpy and grouchy. Not so much about baby stuff, just all-over irritated. (Freudian slip, I almost typed irritating. I'm sure that's also accurate) But I'm learning. Rather than snapping at my husband, I politely made my request. On days when he doesn't go to work until 10-12 o'clock, would he please get some stuff done around the house instead of treating it as long, hang out time? He smiled, said of course, and all was well. It's a funny comparison. Kevin rarely asks me to do anything around the house (well, there was that time he threw all my clothes on my side of the bed in a snit, then wanted to have sex. With me). If I hang out and read all day on my day off, he thinks that's charming. However, the clothes don't wash themselves. Neither do dishes, neither does the bathroom floor.
Yes, Lena, that line sounds familiar for a reason.
But I've found, through tremendous trial and error, that Kevin is a doll when asked nicely, and he's not so accomadating with demands and accusations.
So Kevin asked if I wanted to bum around the mall. No shopping necessary. Just hanging out, maybe some coffee. Still grumpy, I agreed.
We wandered into the Gap. We found Mecca.
Dear Lord, it was the Grand Prix of sales. We did amazing. Kevin found a charming pin-stripe casual blazer. Last winter it was $88. Today it was 19.99. And he looks So Fine. I found white jeans, a white zip-up jersey knit jacket, a purple tunic, and a green tee-shirt. We spent less than $60 on all of it. Plus tax. That put me in a GREAT mood.
Later, I met my girl Lena for lunch. Back from the bowels of Sweden, we had a cushy two hour lunch at Primo Grill on 6th Ave with an Adorable Waiter named....Paul, I think. We had cocktails, I had a warmed bread salad with sausage, tomato, and grilled purple onion. Lena had smoked salmon fettaccini. For dessert we shared a hazelnut brownie and panna cotta. Fab. Next Monday I'll head over to see her kids at the house.
Once home, I tackled some chores. My living room, dining room, and entry way are all sparkling. I painted the window sills. Tomorrow I'll hang the curtains. Hopefully we'll get some sunshine tomorrow, as July is not the time for clouds and rain. I don't want to lose my pathetic tan.
I'm debating my Ten Year High School Reunion. What do you think?
6 comments:
It was Luke. Other Biblical name, but still a very adorable waiter.
I'll have to check out the Gap. Maybe a jeans jacket will be $19.99!! Hooray for painting the window sills. I'd love to see it. Can you put a picture in the blog or e mail it to me?
Is there anyone from high school you'd like to see again? I won't be attending mine. I don't think they're even arranging one.
xo
Camille
If my class does any kind of reunion, I'm going to go just to sit at the bar and see who got fat. The ultimate in people-watching.
*chuckles* I skipped mine, because 99% of the people I was interested in seeing had their 10 year reunion one or two years before; and there was the whole wedding planning thing going on at the time...
I attended mine - it was still like high school with the girls shrieking when someone that they adored but hadn't seen in 10 yrs walked thru the door.
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