What kind of mother am I? Otis turns ONE today, and I'm heading out of town. At least we had a great morning together. The whole family in a pile on the bed as I woke up. A nice walk. A big hunk of soil eaten out of my garden. What more could he want? I'm sure he'd love a nice juicy steak, but we've forked out too much money getting his intestines in order to blow it now. Maybe Marc will put a candle in the evening kibble??
I packed up some CD's this morning for the road. I threatened my aunt Mel with Fiddler on the Roof and Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone, which are legitimately in the car, but I grabbed some good road tunes as well. One was Hootie and the Blowfish, which I rocked out to all the way to work this morning. Flashbacks of junior prom. Nice.
So, off I go this weekend for baths and massages and facials and food. I'm a little bummed that I know my aunt won't want to go to the park there, but if I whine enough, she may cave. The weather there is supposed to be nice- sunny and 90 degrees. That's my kind of weather...that's hot.
Oh, I'm stealing Allison's thing: five senses Friday (don't be mad, I have no originality)
Sight: Otis's eyeballs (I hadn't seen them in awhile), the really good black soil in my garden- with the little green plants sticking up
Sound: Hootie; yesterday's thunderstorms
Touch: my new short hair- I feel so much lighter
Taste: Cilantro Pesto that I made for dinner the other night, it was delish, and I'm happy to share the recipe; fresh mozzarella on last night's chicken pizzas
Smell: freshly mowed grass; the deep conditioner that Suzie used on my hair the other day