All the weather stations bragged about a cool down. But they didn’t to mention the humidity–yesterday morning when I walked Maggie at 6:30 am, it was 81%. My hair and humidity are mortal enemies
But the weekend was good.
Saturday was a Turbo day. He and his parents came over; we talked, we swam, and had a blast. So at one point, I’m in the kitchen doing something, and CPA Boy is saying something to Wizard.
Special K snaps out, “Don’t,” to CPA Boy.
CPA boy–pretending wide-eyed innocence, “What? I’m just talking to my dad.”
Special K, “Don’t get him started.”
Guys, I dropped my head and laughed so hard I might have snorted the wine I drank at dinner. Seriously! Special K is me, and CPA boy is his dad. Wizard and I have had this conversation hundreds of times! I honestly can’t remember the topic, but CPA Boy was needling his dad into a rant about something and amusing himself. The next day, Wizard and I both laughed about it (yes, Wizard was aware of the dynamic and playing along.) And trust me, Special K was not being mean or unreasonable. They’ve been married long enough now, they each know exactly what the other is thinking and the mischief they planning.
I love my kids. They’re hilarious, including their wives. The all make us laugh.
Turbo had a blast swimming in the pool and eating the drumstick (ice cream) I bought him He swears he doesn’t like preschool, but he seems to be adjusting really well by participating, playing with other kids and able to follow directions. I can already see him growing and learning from the experience.
Sunday we were doing some numbers on the future. Exciting to us and boring the rest of the world. And I’m planning a cake I want to make this week for fun. Maybe a lemon cake, with a mascarpone buttercream swirled with raspberry filling center and lemon swiss meringue buttercream icing. I’m thinking a subtle ombre color icing on the cake. We shall see if I can get all the ingredients and make it happen. I have so many skills to polish up or learn.
Today I want to write. I’m crossing my fingers that the plot fairies and real-life trolls both decide to cooperate.
How was your weekend?