A day of rest

Yeah, um, remember how I was supposed to post on Friday all about our fabulous plans for the weekend? Didn't happen. The posting part.

Friday, the boys and I went to Bonefish Grill thanks to a gift card Joey got from one of his suppliers that called him an asshole on Tuesday and then brought the gift card by the office on Wednesday to try and make amends. I'm hoping maybe next time the guy can really blow up at Joey and then we can score a dinner at Morton's! I know, that's bad. Now, when we got to dinner I already wasn't feeling too great. Duh-runk Friday with the girls was held at the bar at TGIFriday's and after a few beers and a salad I thought that a mudslide would cap off my lunch. Unfortunately, my stomach didn't agree with that - I guess still reprocussions from the stomach bug I had earlier in the week - so by the time I finished up there all I wanted to do was go home and curl into a ball. After dinner (which I barely touched) we came home and my stomach was doing things that could only be constituted as torture to me. I ended up falling asleep at 8:30 on the couch, got up at 11:30 to go to bed, and then up at 6:30. Obviously, I needed some rest.

Last night, David and Yvonne came over with their daughter - the kids hooked up a Wii upstairs and played that, the adults had many cocktails and we got the big boxing match on pay-per-view. They finally left around 12:30, we shoveled Monkey Man into bed and then collapsed ourselves. We'd stuffed ourselves stupid with Yvonne's famous barbeque, and I had made potato salad, coleslaw, mac and cheese, and we had brownies and macaroons. Yum. Yvonne had also brought these things she calls "lattetinis" and I made some Love Potion No. 9.

Needless to say, my head is not thanking me today for said concoctions. We got up early to go have some breakfast before Joey went to meet his brother, Cat Door M, and another friend of ours named Fleming for a round of golf. We had a bet whether Cat Door will actually show up since yesterday he had to haul his nephews all over an amusement park and it was cold and rainy and miserable all day long. At his advanced age, he's probably wrapped up with a hot water bottle and drinking a hot toddy today. But I hooked the guys up with a cooler full of barbeque sandwiches, chips, brownies, and some pimiento cheese for them to munch on.

And I - I am stuck here at the house with a clingy kid who didn't get enough sleep. Seriously, I'm not sure who of the two of us is crabbier today. Nap time can't come soon enough. So far he is on his second movie and hanging all over me every 2.7 seconds which in my current hungover state is like having a tree monkey who has permanently attached himself around your neck. Blech.

In other less notable areas, I went yesterday to the chop shop up the street and had my solar nails removed. I don't think I mentioned this, but when I went in to my usual nail place around the corner from my office for my last fill about 4 weeks ago, the owner made me use a new technician who ended up burning three of my fingers with the drill. I had tears rolling down my face by the time I finished up and my fingers burned for about 3 days. At that point, I decided I was done. They were beautiful, they made my hands look great, but after getting burned like that I just couldn't bear the thought of going back or anywhere else to get them done anymore. So I let them grow out some, cut them back with some toenail clippers, and finally the gel started to break and catch on stuff so I was forced to go pay the $10 to have them removed. Basically, they have to soak your hands in acetone for an hour and then your nails are so brittle and weak that it's painful. I'm glad to have the shit off, but it's hard to type or do much with my hands right now. I went ahead and invested in a bottle of NailTek to get them strengthened again, but I'm probably a good month away from the damaged part completely growing out.

Also, the pimiento cheese contest. You see, I am proud of my pimiento cheese. It's good. And I have a following of friends that I will occasionally make stuff for, of course my biggest mooch, I mean friend, being Cat Door. Well, his dad has a new girlfriend who sends him a big tub of homemade pimiento cheese once a month and Cat Door likes to bathe in it and inhale it every chance he gets. So on the week of his birthday, I offhandedly mentioned to him that I was going to make some and send it with Joey to give to him when he was working at the office. Then I got sick, it didn't happen, and when I talked to him last Wednesday he told me that his next shipment from Dad's girlfriend was due to arrive this weekend. Being the competitive person that I am, I immediately came home and cranked out a double batch, got it all ready, and sent it with Joey to the office on Friday. Who forgot to give it to Cat Door and then had to drop it off at his house on his way home. There is a small part of me that is just itching to know if mine is as good as hers is. Is that wrong to want to kick some lady in the ass over a pimiento cheese recipe?

All I have to say - 1:00 is naptime. For both of us. And it can't come soon enough.