The Most Wonderful Weekend Ever June 23, 2008

OK that last picture makes me laugh. I don’t know what got into me and no - no - no, Britt. Put down the knife or whatever. I’m very obviously not pregnant.

But I am - I remain - funny as hell.

I had the flu on Thursday. I haven’t had the flu since I was pregnant with Britt - and that was like, wow, 29 years ago. The sit-on-the-toilet-with-the-garbage-can-in-your-hands kind of flu. I thought I was going to die. I prayed I would die.

And I was all better for my birthday. And I got the three best birthday presents ever.

And then Saturday. I don’t have the words. It was sweet and informal and very very us.

And Saturday night about 65 friends and neighbors showed up and we grilled and sat around the fire ring on the patio and played with babies and told more funny stories. It was relaxing and fun and we both felt so freaking grateful we could hardly express it.

On Sunday we got up, cleaned up the backyard, hauled tables and chairs back to the fire station where we had borrowed them, and went golfing.

I really suck at golfing. I particularly suck at chipping, or pitching, or whatever they call it. To make a long story short I tried to chip and actually got under it for once - and damn near knocked out my new husband’s - uh - family jewels.

Hehehehehehehehehehehe

And then we went for what I was envisioning as a romantic stroll around Pine Lake. Except that he is 6′4″ - almost a full foot taller than me - and would have to be almost comatose to be strolling at my pace.

So we set off on this enduance hike, went further on this trail than I had ever gone, and then, seeing my distress, uttered those fateful words that should make every woman weep…

“Look, honey. I’m pretty sure that’s a short cut.”

Again. Long story short. We made it back to our cars - some people even offered to give us a ride back on their golf cart - yeah, we wandered onto another golf course in our adventure.

And it was the best best best best weekend ever.

Going back to work today was like when I lived in Mexico as a teenager and had to come back to the United States. I was glad to be home, but it felt like another planet.

No woman on earth is more fortunate than me.