It was a pretty nice weekend, I really expected yet another rainy couple of days. The sun was out enough for me to drop the top on the Jeep and enjoy spring. I spent most of the weekend over at the sister’s house have quality time with the family. A continuation of my nephew’s graduation party.
And by “hanging out with the family” I mean sitting in the corner with the nieces talking about how much we love Kelly Clarkson. You know when you’re at family get together and your relatives are tell humors stories on how they saved a business deal for their multimillion dollar corporation. Then your Dad, who is retired and uses the health care system, spouts off something right out of Limbaugh mouth about how the liberals will destroy the health care system if “old Spotty” takes us into “Socialized Medicine.” You’ll find me in the corner with the other sixteen year old girls talking about bands. Totally.
On Saturday morning we went to the gym, and then ended up at a nice chain restaurant. Half way through lunch the waitress pointed out something that I had missed, Fuzzy’s “I heart big dumb tattooed guys T-shirt.” She fell in love and proceeded to tell us her entire life story of Lesbian love. We now have a couple-date with her and her life lesbian long-time companion. I figure if anything I’ll get free Perkins’ muffins.