Ed and I went away without the kids last weekend, to The Fingerlakes, and did the wine trail. It’s so pretty there in the fall, even when it’s late fall, but I forgot to take pictures because, well, I was drunk. This is what I looked like most of the weekend:
In addition to a lot of wine, I also ate an entire block of smoked gouda with bacon. Thumbs up; highly recommend.
Sunday night when we got home, a gorgeous Siamese cat followed us. He’s been around on and off, and I’d been planning on luring him in, to live with us (after being checked by a vet, of course). Yesterday, he showed up with a collar and a handwritten tag. It turns out another neighbor has also been taking care of him and intends to keep doing so, but wants to keep him outside. Now I don’t know what to do. I mean, look at him. But if I keep him, I may be stealing him from 2 people now.
I volunteer in Hannah’s kindergarten class for an hour every Friday morning, and by the time I am done, I am Wrung Out. How that teacher does not go home and drink every night, I do not know.
Eddie is going to spend Sunday with my parents watching football and eating snacks. They’re making a whole big thing out of it. I think it’s cute.
I am very much looking forward to this long weekend. Work is BUSY. I’m kind of regretting using so much vacation time to extend my maternity leave. The end of the year is dragging. I have 7 vacation days to get me through Thanksgiving and Christmas. Ugh.
I’d planned on doing NaBloPoMo, and that…didn’t happen. I figure I’ll focus on quality instead of quantity, as evidenced here obviously. (Ha.)
Oh, look–I did take one halfway decent picture of the scenery