Today we reveal ourselves to our secret pals. We’re having a potluck lunch, because we need very little excuse to bring in plastic containers of picnic foods. I’m bringing in a dish that was leftover from a party the better-half and I had on Saturday. Tacky, I know. But the dish is not something that has gone rancid as it was already pretty pickled and marinated to begin with. It’s been at food-safe temperatures. Why am I explaining this to you? You have no danger of eating the dish today.
My biggest concern aside from the lame choices for lunch is how I’ll maintain my composure as I meet my secret pal and receive what I’m sure will be the most horrifying gift yet. My pal is getting two CDS–one R&B hits from the 70s and one Praise and Worship compilation. A gift that she wrote on her “hints” list at the beginning of this horrible experience. Her experience has been better than mine since, as we all know, I’ve been following her hints while I’ve been receiving cheap crap from the dumpster.
Anyway, the weekend party. It was to celebrate graduation and the fact that most of us are now out of school for summer (or forever). A couple of couples canceled the morning of and one person just didn’t bother to show up, another couple didn’t show up and didn’t send a bashful email until Monday. Whatever. We had a nice time anyway. Perhaps I’m just a freak about RSVPs. If you can’t come, let me know. Simple as that. It worked out because there probably would have been a moment when we worried about enough main dishes.
Monday I took the day off to babysit the nieces. Even though at times it poured down rain that morning, we swam. The Niece worked up her nerve and jumped into the deep-end of the pool several times. I figured that was a challenge she’d have to work up to all summer. But, we worked through the process of practicing jumps at different depths and she did it in one day. I was proud. Now I’ve been challenged to come up with another challenge. My thinking cap is on.
When my sister came to pick them up, she also took me to pick my car up from the dealership. Nearly $700 later the car is inspected and ready to go another gazillion miles before the next major service. The car is 6 years old and has about 90K on it. This is by far the most expensive repair bill we’ve had with the car–other minor bills over the years haven’t come close to the bill on Monday. It’s nice having a car that I don’t worry about. It may not be the sportiest model but it’s dependable and that’s really what I care about. Cars that leave me on the side of the road become someone else’s problem.
Speaking of someone else’s problem, I’d better get my nose back on the grindstone before I am someone else’s problem.
UPDATE: Scary soap dispenser is the last gift
That is the scariest gift I have ever seen. Does she have a love affair with QVC?
Wait until you see it up close. The picture just doesn’t do it justice. It’s possibly the worst thing I’ve seen in a long time.
Yeah, that’s pretty horrific.