Wow, what a week. This week Holly is on vacation from school and work. We thought this was going to be a great relaxing week. So far we have been about 80% wrong. Nothing seems go be going quite right. The most promising events being a mostly wonderful trip to Gordon Biersch and a soothing romp in the bedroom. On Monday when we were supposed to go to open mic night at Volcano Joe’s, we ended up hauling a newer (than the one we currently own) fridge from our neighbors house to our kitchen and pulling out the old one and cleaning out loads of cockroach eggs from the floor behind the old fridge.
Old (Holly looks good as well)
On Tuesday things were ok. The day started out like most days. Holly and Mary went out with Gavin to do errands and what not. We had planned on going to Gordon Biersch today. But we also are supposed to be getting rid of the fridge today. Haul it to the Salvation Army or to the Dump. Whichever was easier. Holly and Mary didn’t get back home until around 2:30 or so in the pm. Not too late I supposed, but it would take us at least 2 1/2 – 3 hours to take care of the fridge. Still not too bad I suppose, but not my idea of a great afternoon. But it has to get done. Then things started to look up. The person who we were supposed to borrow the truck from was not home. This means we can’t dump the fridge. So it was decided to skip the fridge today and go drink beer. Yes. Finally. But where’s Xebo? Crap! He seems to be outside. He hid from us for until almost 5pm. Damn that cat. Then I got a call from the theatre. The manager on duty is sick. Sigh. I don’t want to work. I want to drink beer. So I told him that I would come in afterwards at around 9:30. That removes the nice thought of another pleasant romp in the bedroom. Damn again! Xebo finally came back and we were off to Gordon Biersch. Everything was good. There was beer and garlic fries a plenty. MMmmmm. What I feared was the ride home. And I was right. We took a wrong turn and set Mary off on a fit again. Every time Holly drives anywhere. Geez. Then Holly had a bit of a panic attack on the Pali (who could blame her at this point) and we pulled over to calm down a bit. The rest of the ride home was pretty quiet. I know I didn’t want to say anything. Mary eventually closed her eyes in the back seat along with Gavin. At least I had a few beers in me at that point. And when I got home, I had another. Now I’m at work, buzzed and not wanting to be here, but rather at home with my wife. Will we ever get to spend more than 30 minutes alone other than watching a movie? (if we didn’t see a movie, we would be at home where we would not be alone). I sure hope to God that the rest of the week is better. Cause if it keeps going downhill, I will freak out and take Holly and Gavin and run away to somewhere. This is going to be a long semester.