Sloth breeds sloth...

Do you know what we had planned going into this weekend? NOTHING. Nada. Zip. Zero. Zilch. Nadadamnthing. THAT, my friends, is a bee-yoo-ti-ful outlook on a Friday, lemme tell ya.

Well, I didn't have plans until the young Kathy was stuck in the parking lot of Amelia's on Friday with a flat tire staring at the sign in the Impressions Cafe that we love that says "Closing November 4th." Ummmmm, what? Whodawa? How can this be? I love this place. I love the chef and the wine list and their wine tastings and half price martinis Tues-Thurs and JUST LIKE THAT they're CLOSING??? Well, I have plans NOW. I call the Kev-head immediately and arrange for us to go to dinner there Friday night. So okay, we have Friday night plans.

Kev-head informs me that when he got home on Friday the phone was ringing off the hook with boys calling to spend the night. Owen, what did you TELL people?? "Well, I didn't tell them they could come over, I told them I would ask." Well, now they're all calling to find out the verdict on the asking. Owen is more than upset to find out that he can't have friends over because we have to go to Impressions for dinner. So Kev-head makes the arrangement that he can have as many boys as he wants over on SATURDAY night - he'll even order pizza. Which, of course, means I'M ordering pizza and calling all of these parents, but whatever. Fine. If Owen is having friends over, I'M having friends over, too, dammit. So I make arrangements for the lovely Linda and her hubby to come over for game night.

Saturday during the day what did we do? Well, me - NOTHING. I tried to get motivated. I really did. I made a big breakfast. Cleaned the kitchen. We thought about going to the new library. But really, since I had nothing planned, I did nothing. I didn't even really clean my house. So Linda, I guess you've arrived. You are such a good friend to me now that I won't even clean for your visits anymore. Aren't you honored? HA! Talk about taking someone for granted. I thought about wiping that sink off in the bathroom - but never even got around to THAT. How pitiful! I did put clean towels in there, at least. Points for me.

Sunday Kev-head made cinnamon rolls for the "football team" that was staying over - hell, they were up and playing football in their SOCKS at 7am. Me, I was asleep. And I wasn't the overserved one on Saturday! Only the adult-age boys were overserved on red wine that night. Linda and I were cool. Oh yeah, while we played Blokus and Racko, they men got sloshed. 5 bottles of red wine done, finished, finito. And I think I only had a glass and a half! Rob kept worrying that we were going to run out. He clearly hasn't met me. I still had more reds to open, but no one seemed to need it!

I stumbled out at 8:30, I think and the boys were well on their way to the superbowl by that time. I fixed them a big lunch...cleaned up from the party and waited for the real football games to start. Bears then Steelers then Colts. Yeah, I was NOT leaving my house. And I managed to get nothing done on that day either. Whoops. I did fry up some fish and now my house smells like Long John Silver's...but that's about it, kids.

I guess it felt really good to have a do nothing weekend where my car didn't leave the garage. But in the same respect I could have/should have gotten SOMETHING done, right? Oh well, I guess there's always NEXT weekend.