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Although I have no intention of sharing the actual details of yesterday’s day-off events, let’s just say that within the first 4 hours of our being alone, I felt as if I was being judged by nearly every piece of furniture in the apartment and Scott was nursing a strained neck...

Yesterday was our first REAL day off since taking over the new property (our day off last week was spent waiting on movers to load all of our stuff into a 26 foot Uhaul truck, where it still sits). Having Mondays off now is going to be a pretty sweet deal. Since we close early (3pm) on Sundays and don’t have to be back until around 8am on Tuesdays, it’s almost like having a real weekend!

As of Sunday afternoon Mom had been with us for a week (since leaving behind a city with no electricity after Hurricane Ike) and we were all trying to come up with an inexpensive set of day’s activities to entertain us. We’d tossed around ideas without really landing on anything concrete, since we figured that if all else failed we could fall-back on the 300+ DVDs we just so happened to bring with us.

As luck would have it, Mom got the call Sunday night announcing that her electricity was back! After dancing a jig across the kitchen, through the dining room and into the living room, she stopped suddenly and whipped her neck around to the clock. I could see her calculating the time it would take to pack, load and drive home.  

But, being that it was already well into the evening, and knowing that Mom is not fond of driving at night, I encouraged her to stay one more night. “Let the AC take the night to cool the house back off” and “Don’t forget, we just bought steaks for dinner!” did the trick. It was decided that she would head back between 9 and 10 Monday morning.

In the quiet of the moment of this landmark decision, Scott and I shared a look that said, quite simply: We’ll be naked no later than 10:05.

And we were! Mom actually left shortly after 9:00am (eager much?!) and ... Well, let’s just say that ACTIVITIES ensued. And, after a brief recovery period, activities ensued again.


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