The other day I took the brother out for lunch for his birthday. Man, he's old. Ha! We went out and ate Thai food, and it took more than a couple hours, as lunch with him usually does. How many people can say they're lucky enough to go out for a bite with a sibling and conversation is that great that you can't believe you've been sitting there that long! It's like that with all of us siblings, and I know I am very blessed. It's so great to be able to get lunch with him pretty regularly, since he works out of his home, and can pretty much make his own schedule.
And then later that day I went out to dinner with the MOH. Ahhhh. We haven't connected in WAY too long. It's inexcusable, really. But we made a pact to get together regularly, even if in order to make that happen he has to type me into his iPad schedule (which looks like a nightmare, I might add). But our lives have been through some trauma in the past several months, and I knew that since it had been so long since we've hung out, there would be much to say. And there was. And by the end of the night, I was reminded again that he's like comfy jammies to me. And y'all know how I love my comfy jammies. We went out to this awesome supper club, and since we were at a supper club, of course there were martinis, shrimp cocktail, and prime rib. And he ordered his prime rib rare. That was significant to me, because we grew up together in Wyoming, where people know how to eat their meat, and I'm usually the only one at the table that likes my beef to be red like beef should be. It was strangely soothing to see him order it like that. A sign that he's still mine, that we are still the same people that we were when we were little kids. Anyway, we talked for hours, then when we finally got kicked out--we had this really irritating waiter with a gross mustache who kept prodding us to pay up and get out--it was hard to get out of the parking lot because we were chatting out there. Obviously we don't hang out enough. But even though we don't, it's amazing to know that when we do get together, we're always the same.
|That's me in the "Bert"hat. Hot.|
But it's been a nice few days, and I'm going to chalk it up to the treadmill. So now I have to go get back on it, and we'll see how it affects today's task of working with the 9-year old on his Science Fair project. What hilarity will ensue today?