My boy is home for the weekend and I am happy; however, picking him up felt like I was playing a round of real life Mario Kart.
It began with a low tire.
Then avoiding road work.
And a detour due to a wreck on 254.
Thankfully, I was only 20 minutes late.
…but I had to figure out our route back home because most of the routes I take from there to here were blocked- compliments of road construction.
While managing a surge of morning anxiety.
IS MERCURY RETROGRADE OVER YET?!
Three hours after I left, I made it back with my child and our lunch.
He has been tolerating my hugs rather well. Although, he thought it would be cute to spray the worst smelling Lysol known to man in my room.
I retaliated by throwing it away 😀
We looked up pictures of catfish- the largest known caught in Spain and weighed over 800lbs.
EIGHT HUNDRED POUNDS.
Imagine the mouth on that one.
I bet it could swallow at least two people whole at once.
The teenager then went to his room for a bit, so I finished watching Hunters on Amazon. The ex-gentleman caller and I had started it months ago- one of those “our show” situations (we were also supposed to watch season 2 of Altered Carbon together but I was tired of waiting because it’s one of my favorite series. Patience is an attribute I often lack).
But now I don’t know what I’m going to watch next. Sigh.
I am, however, waiting for my friend to send me some more food porn.
At this stage in my life, the way to my heart is food. And plants. And crystals. And snail shells. Or wildflowers. And good music. Or weird shit in general.
Anyways, Drew, my partner in road tripping, not only excels at being an awesome nurse, Boston tour guide, and a most wonderful human, but he can cook.
I’m not talking about macaroni and cheese, ramen, scrambled eggs, or tossing a pizza in the oven.
I should also mention he looks super hot with his new, swanky haircut. He’s always been a good looking guy but my god, that man is going to have so many dates now.
Especially with the pair of boots he bought.
But naturally, I digress.
The other night, he texted to let me know he was baking bread with his mother using his great grandma’s recipe. Of course the loaves looked perfect and warm and delicious.
I’m such a sucker for homemade bread.
Last night, it was beef bourguignon. No idea what this is and I would know if I actually watched the Binging with Babish video Drew sent me.
But I’m lazy. And I’ll admit it because I don’t think he’s going to read this.
It sounded swanky AF, though.
And for tonight, he made Greek meatballs in a tomato sauce with orzo pasta.
I haven’t had Greek meatballs or orzo, but I know I am seriously missing out. He makes things I’ve never heard of. Things I didn’t even know existed and probably wouldn’t ever make because again, I am lazy.
I’m all about that minimal effort life. GIVE ME A BOWL OF CEREAL AND WE’LL CALL IT LUNCH.
What I have taken away from all of this is if I have to be quarantined with someone, I’m picking Drew. I’d do the dishes because I’m not an ungrateful heathen.
But I would probably need to stock up on some loose boho dresses to accommodate the year round winter body I’d be sporting.
…it’s a sacrifice I am willing to make.
More posts to come.