I didn't have work on Friday, so my mom and I decided to pick my niece up early from daycare because who doesn't love getting a jump start on the weekend? Unfortunately Annabelle was getting a cold so she was a little under the weather, but we didn't let that get in the way of a fun afternoon.
My brother and sister-in-law have two cats, and sometimes cats bother me and sometimes they don't, allergically speaking. I was fine the whole day, but on the way home my face started to itch, and by the time my mom dropped me at my house my eyes were swelling shut. Matt and I originally had big plans to go to Senor Salsa for dinner, but when I walked in, he said, "Wow, what happened to you?" I knew I wouldn't be showing my puffy, red face in public, even for a three cheese burrito.
We decided to order out, and when he asked what I wanted, I said, "I cannot make that decision right now. I will eat anything." And then I went upstairs to shower and put on my PJs, and when I came down Matt was walking in the door with a BOX of food.
I guess an order of two cheese steaks (Matt got double steak, double cheese), loaded fries, and mozzarella sticks is when you graduate from the take out bag to the take out box.
We settled in on the couch to watch the opening ceremonies of the games of the thirty first Olympiad but that's a story for another post because I have lots of thoughts on the Olympics.
But here's a teaser. At one point in the ceremony, there was an interpretive number with dancers weaving fiber optic fabric, which represented something about the earth and creation (I didn't quite catch the meaning because someone was being critical), and it was then that I realized this is our first married Olympics.
And by August 21st we might be in marriage boot camp or we might have a second television.
Or possibly both.
My face was so itchy that I had to take some Benadryl, even though I knew it would make me sleepy. Thank goodness we were following the Spanish alphabet because I had to go to bed after the Estados Unidos made their entrance.
On Saturday Emily and I went to a flea market to see what we could find.
Do you know what we found?
Old gloves. By the hundreds.
And old ties.
And some new ones!
But the hardest section to pull Emily away from was the old wigs.
Just kidding, she was totally grossed out even touching this one and as you can tell, wouldn't even bend her arm.
I did find some cool globe bookends.
The flea market is kind of in the middle of nowhere, and as we drove by miles and miles of farmland to get back to the highway, I told Emily, who is in the school of agriculture at Penn State, that she was looking at her future.
For several miles she talked about how much she would like to live in the wilderness, but then she got a look of concern on her face and said, "Umm...maybe there's more civilization the other way."
Yes, and that would be called Philadelphia.
We eventually made our way home, and I haven't left the house since because, Olympics.