Not Exciting But Still Perfect

My Honey took my kids camping.  They don’t have school tomorrow so they left after school today.  There is a huge group of family from both sides converging on a lake about an hour outside of town.

I couldn’t get Friday off, so I’ll drive up after work tomorrow and wander aimlessly through a camp ground for what will seem like hours trying to find them in the dark.  Can you hear my enthusiasm from way over there?

I know I have expressed my opinion of camping on these pages before.  It’s not a high opinion.  Unfortunately, I married in to a camping family and my father and brother are a little over zealous about it as well.  The only other sane one in my family is my mother who also detests camping.

There is just so much to revile about the whole process: the dirt, the bugs, the sun, the bugs, the dirt.

That and I can feel how annoyed everyone else is when all I want to do all day is sit in the shade and read as opposed to fishing (ick) or boating (ugh) or some other equally wretched outdoor activity.

BUT my husband loves it so and he’s brainwashed the children into loving it and since I love them, I will drag my city girl butt out to the wilderness and pick dirt out of my food and swat insects and ride in a boat.  I draw the line at fishing.  That’s not going to happen – no matter how much I love them.

You can rest assured I will have books with me since I can’t bring the lap top to work on Dalton & Olivia.  Saint Edward is still performing surgery on the lap top.  It’s a pretty grim diagnosis but I’m keeping my crossables crossed.

Anyway – my original intent of this post was to talk about my night of family freedom.  All day, I considered what I’d do with myself.  Should I go to a movie?  Take myself out to dinner?  Shoe Shopping?

As soon as I got off work, I headed to a book store.  Pretty typical of me.  I bought 6 books.  Yikes.  The pile of “To Be Read” is so tall it’s teetering.  I went with a list of other romance authors my agent represents and, to my delight, I found quite a few.  Also, an entire series from one of my favorite writers I hadn’t gotten to yet.

Then I came home and ate blueberry waffles for dinner.  Isn’t that wonderful and decadent?  My how my definition of decadent has changed since Sassy and the Bandit came along.  I didn’t worry about vegetables or protein or any of that healthy nonsense.

And then I fell asleep on the couch waiting for Project Runway to come on.  My favorite designer is going to make it to the finale – I’m just sure of it.

I’m going to go to bed here in a minute and watch TIVO’d episodes of Glee.

Ahhhhhhhhh.  Bliss.