like laura ingalls, but different

This weekend was odd to the extreme. Here are some highlights:

*taping paint swatches to walls
*playing a new game with two frisbees, a kong, a ball, and two dogs
*the rebirth of the “Sin Bin”
*sharing Sjet’s love of Dewey Decimal with the world
*Cockatoo = “PENIS! And the number after one!”
*dodging phone calls from the ex
*relationship heart-to-heart with my darling N.G.
*being thrown to the ground repeatedly and liking it
*coming home from work to find a huge box from Godiva sitting on my doorstep
*reclaiming the maligned Raoul
*falling asleep with my face in G.’s crotch
*singing camp songs in the dark while watching the northern lights, indoors
*coming home from a party to find all the kitchen cabinets organized and labeled
*wearing a nightgown, going to some navy barracks, and getting blackberry brambles caught in my underwear
*a new appreciation for “Free Monty” and all that live therein
*remembering, in an unexpected way, that I do in fact have quadruceps

As mementos of said odd weekend, I have a sliced-open left instep, bangs that are an inch shorter than last week, a temporary paunch full of chocolate and beer-brat, motel-style signs on my bedroom door, and this fabulous faux-sunburn that gets mottled around the edges (where the nightgown had macrame.) Also, a verbal agreement with a certain G. for an impending trade-off of certain body parts.

Today, my morning boss is back for a meeting and visit. In the three hours she’s been here, she’s already gone to bat for me (with a coworker who inadvertently hurt my feelings) and won. She is, as the kids say nowadays, “Phiggity phat.” Stay tuned for the further adventures of the SueBee.

Current Music:Sarah McLachlan ReMixed, Fear