What's for Lunch?

Me: What do you want for lunch?

Hubby: Just salad and some leftover soup.

As I "tucked" him in to bed I let him know that tomorrow I'll be home late.  Not that we check in but that's my polite way of letting him know he's on his own for dinner.  And being the great communicator that he is, he finally decides to tell me about his busy schedule tomorrow... as we're saying goodnight!  

The schedule.  Rise and shine at 3 a.m. for secrete squirrel business, court, and then Go-Go-Gadget action 'till  the bad guys decide it's time for my husband to go home safe to his wife.  I'll be lucky if he comes home by midnight.  Ha! Soup & salad's all he asked for!

Being the good wife that I strive to be I sucked it up, stayed up late, and fixed him a little something...

Sushi to Die for...

This past weekend we had friends from out of town stay at our home.

Let me introduce you to Hubby's good 'ol College Buddy, his Beautiful Wifey, and their precious little daughter of a Princes Button (she was born under 5 lbs).

Friday night came and we were excited for dinner.  Sushi it was!

 

You know, it's pretty crazy how a simple act like getting in your car becomes a 15 minute fiasco when you bring a baby into the equation.  Picture this... I'm fumbling about my over-sized purse looking for my cell phone making sure I didn't forget it.  Instead I keep pulling out the most random of things that I "need" with me at all times, College Buddy's buckling down the car seat, Beautiful Wifey's carrying Princess Button and her huge purse baby bag while picking up a miniature shoe that refuses to stay on, and Hubby's running out the door as he turns off all the lights.



Dinner was delicious.  The company was great.  We caught up on old times and laughed at all kinds of shenanigans.   Shenanigans I don't dare speak of here ;)