Feeling much better

The Februaries have not been cured, but I’ve decided that I can live with them for a while longer. All I needed was a good weekend. I went home early for a nap on Friday, then managed to drag myself out to the VFW for karaoke despite intense desire to hibernate and lack of singing skills. It turned out to be a good time. I was supposed to go to the fabric store with the girls on Saturday, which is a whole other story, but I slept right through our 11 AM meeting time. Saturday night, there was a potluck at CK’s place. CK is an excellent cook, and he really out did him self this time. After over-filling ourselves with all of the good food that he made and that the rest of us brought, we sat down in front of the fireplace for hours of stimulating conversation… about what happens if you roast peeps like marshmallows over the fire. Luckily CK saw this coming and stocked up on peeps in advance, or maybe it was the presence of so many peeps that sparked the conversation. Who can tell? I’ll spare you the details except to say that peeps make a decent smore if, in you opinion, the only thing regular smores are lacking is artificially colored and blisteringly hot molten sugar. Sunday, I hung out at J’s house, and we did nothing. I mean absolutely nothing. By 7PM, we were so bored that we spontaneously decided to go to Wal-mart for nothing in particular. By the time we got there, we had formulated a plan to scour the entire store in search of something that would keep us from getting bored. This looked interesting (it’s like a skateboard, but it’s only on two skinny roller blade wheels, and they’re on casters, so they swivel), but we decided that we didn’t want to break any bones. I’d already twisted my ankle walking on a seemingly perfectly flat street, and you know, safety first. We went home with Scrabble and a puzzle, so obviously we’re living on the edge.