Marilyn is staying with us for the holiday, and we couldn’t be happier. Really. But there’s something about having another person around, especially my mother, to make me realize just how Joe and I live. The day before she arrived, Joe and I were in the kitchen talking, having coffee, trying to make a decision about breakfast. He opened the refrigerator and stared. After a few moments I asked what was wrong.
“We live like we’re still in college. We only have beer, butter, and ketchup in here.”
So off to the store we went. We now have a fully stocked refrigerator, complete with beer, wine, and Bailey’s Irish Cream. We also have the staple foods most people keep around the house—fresh fruit, eggs, bacon, milk, juice, etc. It’s kind of nice to live like adults, and it should be no surprise that it takes a fun-loving, caring parent to make that happen.
So, in this holiday of growing up, I thought I’d share a song of what my holidays were like as a single woman.
Here are my stats for the week:
T, Th ran 20 mins.
Su ran 1.5 miles
what marathon? when you take dear Quincy to the park.?
i ate very well while there,lest you leave the impression we only had beer and eggs and bailey’s. good cameflage of food.