The food was not the important part of the weekend. Really, it was about spending time with the Boy. He’s very busy this semester, so I hardly see him during the week- just Tuesday nights, and that’s nothing like alone time. So it was nice to have time this weekend- just sitting and watching DVDs was pretty much exactly what I needed. And, of course, watching him play with the band two nights in a row was fun. I really enjoy that, even when I can tell that I’m blushing bright. (Stories about the happy cuteness of my relationship are apparently alarmingly blush-inducing when told through a microphone . . . in the middle of a set . . . by Rob. I guess that’s not particularly surprising.)
There’s a car alarm making noise in the parking lot. That’s five stories down, but it’s really getting on my nerves. I suppose I should be glad that I’m not any lower.
You can tell I’m really motivated toward working on this Monday morning.