Pfft. Not me. I’m beginning to get used to the nonstop roller coaster of home-owning, wedding-planning, and family-event-juggling. This time last year, my favorite pastimes included waking up at noon with a hangover and lazing about on the couch but I haven’t done either in ages and I can’t honestly say I miss them. There’s just not enough time to loudly moan for Beau to bring me Tums. If I need Tums now, it goes on my to-do list and gets checked off just like the others.
Friday afternoon I trekked further into the city by car than I’ve ever been before to attend a friend’s 30th anniversary party at my old office. It was relatively uneventful, but merits mention because I actually got into and out of the city during Friday rush hour without crashing or crying or ending up in Maine.
Saturday morning we drove down to Connecticut where we caught the ferry for Long Island for the yearly Dangerous Family Reunion. As usual, I brought my camera with the best of intentions and then promptly abandoned it in favor of cracking dirty jokes at the kids table with Beau, Bologna, T, and my favorite cousin, Hazardous (so called because while I may be Dangerous, she’s downright trouble) and her husband. My family lived up to its reputation as the Italian version of the family in My Big Fat Greek Wedding by asking five minutes into the party when we planned on breeding.
On Sunday we raided Home Depot and held a second Ikea siege. For the remainder of the day I repotted sick plants that I definitely didn’t overwater by leaving on the back porch during Boston monsoon season and painted the bedroom. There should be some stellar before and after pictures by the end of the week.
Meanwhile, we’ve finally scrapped the idea of a pseudo-elopement to Bermuda with our 50 closest family and friends and are steaming forward with plans for a full-fledged Cape Cod wedding next June. Since I’ve learned nothing from watching She-Ra craft oodles of time-consuming goodies for her wedding this September, I already have two craft projects of my own planned, not to mention my own Etsy shop to be launched by the end of the summer.
So, that is how I came to cherish my lunchtime blogging sessions in solitude though it may make me look slightly sociopathic to my coworkers who all eat lunch together in the break room.
PS You may have noticed my blog has its own official home at www.dangerousk.net now. The damn squatters at www.dangerousk.com have been sitting on that domain for well over a year without budging or developing it, so I gave in and bought the alternative. Keep an eye out here for another of my pet projects coming soon: an overhaul of the blog design. Happy I-Don't-Spend-All-My-Money-On-Tequila-Shots-Anymore Day to me!
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