I always say that I hate it when I stop at Target and realize I'm wearing my khakis and red polo shirt. This is a joke, because I never in my life wear khakis and a red polo shirt.
However, one day at the resort, I unintentionally wore a black blouse and dress pants and my leopard print peep toe heels, and blended right in with the staff.
No bare feet in the lobby, folks, and the water park closes at 10!
I got home on Friday night, and on Saturday we decided, for a variety of reasons, that instead of refinishing the old hardwood floors in the living room, we would put down a new floor. We went to Home Depot to make the purchase and they were giving away free hot dogs outside.
If you've ever wondered if I'm too proud to eat a free hot dog from Home Depot, the answer is no, no I'm not.
It was delicious.
A big storm was rolling in as we arrived home, so we settled in on the back patio to watch, because there's nothing better than a summer thunderstorm. Things got pretty bad pretty quickly, so we moved inside, only to look out a while later and see a perfect rainbow.
I only wish there had been an actual pot of gold at the end of it, because did I mention new hardwood floor$?
It ended up to be a beautiful evening, so it was very odd that the power went off around 9:30, hours after the rain stopped. I thought it might be a fluke, but when it didn't come back on after a few minutes, we checked the electric company's website to see it was expected to return by 1 a.m.
Matt and I laid in bed watching the minutes tick by, and Matt took that moment to share with me that "You know, this is the most common time for homes to get robbed. When the power is out. It's dark, phone lines are dead, you can't turn a light on to see what's going on."
On that comforting note, I tried to fall asleep but our room was only getting hotter by the minute. At one point around midnight, Matt sighed and said, "Okay, let's talk about things. Where are the rations?"
When 1 a.m. came and went with no power, Matt said, "Laura, my survivability rate is about a 2. You might have to go on without me."
That escalated quickly.
At 2 a.m., we were fanning ourselves with (ironically) the user's manual for the air conditioner that I keep in my nightstand drawer, and Matt said, "Let's play a game to make time go faster. How about I Spy?"
I'll go first, I SPY BLACKNESS. EVERYWHERE. BECAUSE THERE IS NO LIGHT.
I wish I could say the power came back on in the morning, but it didn't. We went out for breakfast, and COFFEE, and then Matt borrowed a generator from his dad so we could keep the fridge going. And then I took off for the land of central air and electricity, aka my parents' house, and then went shopping with my sister.
Meanwhile, Matt stayed home in the sweltering house and INSTALLED THE HARDWOOD FLOOR. It was 94 degrees with 1000% humidity.
He's tougher than he acts in the middle of the night.
I cannot even explain to you how hot our house was. You know how people say you can fry an egg on the sidewalk during hot summer days? Eggs were practically leaping out of our refrigerator and scrambling themselves. It was miserable.
By dinnertime on Sunday we were just getting mad. After we ate I went back to lay in the hammock and Matt brought out a lawn chair, a citronella candle, and his ham radio. He was in it for the long haul. Around 8:00 I headed back to the house so I could paint my nails before the sun set (priorities). I asked Matt if he was coming and he said, "Nope. I'm not moving until the power comes back on."
The power returned around 1 a.m. on Monday (Matt was inside by then!) and I've never been happier to do laundry.
This weekend marks nine years since Matt and I went on our first date. I probably wouldn't have guessed then that this is where we would be nine years later, but I'm so glad it is.
I'm also glad he can install hardwood floors.
(Still need to paint and re-carpet the stairs, so feel free to share color ideas!)