The Weekend

Ah, the weekend. Passed already & not long enough. Isn't that always the story?

Saturday was Mom & I's day of bonding. We opted for a change of pace from the rut we've been exploring & headed north to a little town that has done much to clean itself up into a cute little touristy spot. Brick sidewalks, little shops offering almost the same thing from store to store, a quaint little eating hole called The Gathering Place. Our original plan was to tour the Ohio Caverns in an effort to escape the heat, but we made it into the town, ate lunch & then, since it was deemed "a slow day" by all the shopkeepers, we took up chitty chatting with several of these folks. What a grand, friendly atmosphere! I'm never sure what to expect from some of these little farm towns, but the women (as they all seemed to be women) were delightful. I ended up getting a free Tom Wolfe book at the thrift store, so I compensated by donating a buck, and I got two cute little crows that I couldn't pass up as well as a small supply of cashew turtles from a great chocolate shop. We ate ourselves sick on ice cream before entering the chocolate shop, and were immediately accosted by a cheery woman bearing a platter of samples. My stomach said NO! but my brain said YES! I groaned as I chose a small chocolate treat from the array & popped it into my mouth. It's hell being a hog.

On Sunday S & I woke up bright & early to get ready for an early matinee of Pirates of the Caribbean. I had already seen it with Mom in order to give me the guiltless opportunity to drool over Depp, but had promised S we'd see it as well since he really wanted to. We enjoyed it thoroughly as well as enjoying the A/C - I don't care WHAT the woman at the grocery said the other night about temps out west, but it's bloody HOT & I don't much care for it. After that, we did a late lunch at our former favorite Mexican restaurant. I say former because the place has changed locations - it was at one time housed in the bottom of a cheap hotel in a dirty cantina-style bar, and now it has moved over to the new Super Walmart (I hate Walmart) plaza & is now essentially an aquarium. By aquarium, I mean a large, well-lit glass cube where the passersby ogle your plate as they walk. S & I both preferred the dirty, dark corners of the cantina where we could examine the other diners & drink ourselves silly without being noticed. However, we figured in the daylight it wouldn't be so bad & I had a serious yearning for their delicious Chili Verde, which was just as tasty as I remembered. After sucking down a pair of beers each, we cruised home, contented & fat, and set to tidying the house. Then, as if it wasn't hot enough, we decided to make a lasagna & turn the house into an oven. Fortunately, the garage is air-conditioned as well so we played darts before returning to the sweltering kitchen.

This morning, I awoke at 4am & tried to convince myself that I didn't feel nauseous, that it was just the usual "Case of Mondays" - the dread of going into work that makes me sick to my stomach (sad, isn't it?), but an hour later found me running to the bathroom to puke my guts out. Hell, it could've STILL been the Mondays rather than morning sickness as Stace & Co-Worker have opined. That's all I need. After resting my head on the faucet & alternately drooling & splashing, I felt much better & cleaned up & went back to bed. I didn't sleep well, I considered calling in, but I couldn't convince S to do the same since we played hooky a couple weeks ago, so I opted to come in. What a way to start the week!

I can only hope it gets better from here.....