Yesterday morning, I roll out of bed to my phone ringing... (that link is to the ring tone I use for my phone. DO NOT CLICK if you don't want this earwiggy bit of music stuck in your head. You're welcome.)
I didn't quite get to the phone in time. Thomas and I had stayed up very late Saturday night watching movies with our friend Toby... but when I checked my voice mail, it was Leslie.
She said, and I quote, "I'm really not having a great weekend, and I don't have anything to do and no one to do it with - long story - but could we do something impromptu today?"
Of course, as tends to be typical, she didn't have anything in mind. (Not typical to her, mind you, just typical in general... if there's one conversation I've had entirely too freaking often, it's the "What do you want to do?" "I dunno, whatever you want is fine." GRRRRRRRRR. I swear to god, I'm going to make a list of activities, and write them all down and the next time someone asks me what I want to do, I'm going to give them the damn list and say "Just pick something, you indecisive noodle-head!" Why, why, why is it always me who has to come up with something to do? Is it because I actually DO come up with something?)
So, since she skipped out on us the last time we suggested Mt. Trashmore, we suggested that again... this time she actually showed up. It wasn't nearly as windy as the last several times we'd been there, so it took several attempts to get our kite airborne. Even then, it didn't want to stay up there.
So we tossed a ball around for a while - and Darcy let it fall down the side of the "mountain" a few times (Mt. Trashmore is, in case you didn't know, built on a mountain of trash... hence the name...) so we had to climb down the hill and then back up it a few times. Lots of work; I'm sure I got a lot of APs for it...
Then we walked over to the 7-11 and got some water and walked back to the park where Darcy went to play at the playground for another hour or so.
Leslie hinted around that she'd been having a big argument with her husband and he'd actually left the house and had been gone for a while. (I personally can't imagine an argument that bad - on the other hand, Thomas and I don't really have anyplace to go even if we were that mad at each other!) So after we finished playing at the park we headed over to her place and watched a movie on her freaking enormous television. (she has a slightly smaller freaking enormous television in the other room hooked up to their gaming consoles; including the whole set up for guitar hero and the drum set and everything. If you cut the smaller of her tvs in half, turned that half on its side, that might be the size of our television. Yikes! She says she's spoiled. I agree.)
After the movie, we went out and caught dinner at the Ruby Tuesdays. We split a tray of cheese fries 4 ways, which probably put me over my points for the week, but I'm not positive because once again I have turned into a slackasarus about journaling. I don't know what it is about journaling, but I just cannot seem to get back into it. We'll see, I guess, when I weigh in.
About halfway through dinner, I noticed my shoulders were stinging a bit, and when I took Darcy to the ladies room (for like the 9th time in 4 hours) I peered at my shoulders.
You know, I do use sunscreen. I promise, I do.
And still, I keep getting torched.
My freaking eyelids are sunburned.
I have gotten more sun this summer than in the last 10 years put together, I swear.
After dinner we dropped Leslie off, and she looked pretty sad to be headed back to that huge house of hers alone. (I don't blame her. One, that place is enormous, and two, I would be so totally freaked if Thomas left me and I had no idea where he was... but maybe they have a more tumultuous relationship than we do...)
All in all, it was a good weekend, and I sat on my butt a lot less than usual... now, if I could stop turning into an advertisement for Solarcaine (do they even make that stuff anymore?) I'd be fine.