This weekend the pink turkey (Finley) and fraternal chickens were shipped off to Camp Grandma(s). Here’s how that went, in a word: QUIET.
This is what I mean in plain English: Our kids went to their grandparent’s homes this weekend, and Jen and I had the house to ourselves for the first time since the twins were born. It was a nice break.
Friday night we played ‘hearts’ at a neighbors house ’till around 1:30AM or so. We both slept in Saturday morning till about 10:30AM.
Late Saturday morning we strolled around ‘Soda City’ for an hour or whatever, then grabbled lunch at Cantina and a pair of jeans for Jen at Granger Owings. Saturday afternoon we hung around the neighborhood pool without a care in the world until it was time to go to Mr. Friendly’s New Southern Café with the Georges and Denemarks, which of course was awesome as we all filled up on good food and belly laughs. Jen had the filet while I ordered the tuna steak.
Sunday morning we woke up late again and I watched Meet The Press and Fox News Sunday, horizontally…the whole time, and then the French Open Finals. I have no idea what Jennifer did, and don’t care, as she surely didn’t care what I was doing.
This big talk all typed out, I MISSED MY GIRLS! Jennifer fetched them from the Upstate while I was doing an Open House and on a listing appointment late Sunday afternoon. This all said, we owe our parents a big Thank You for taking the girls so we could have a nice relaxing weekend for the first time in a long while.
If you’re curious, Finley and ‘Nor’Bomb’ (aka, The Loud One) went to Anderson (pic above), while little Ivey hung out in Clinton for the weekend. Apparently a big time was had by all…including Jennifer and me.
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