I’ve been thinking about today for a bit now, and I’m still at a loss as to what to say. Today marks the one year anniversary of the pumpkin. As in most significant things in life, the time that has passed since that day seems so abstract. I still clearly remember sitting in the courtroom, holding Ben’s hand, being handed Kleenex by the clerk, going to breakfast afterwards and buying plants. Plants, I may add, that are still mostly with me today. Anyway, there’s really nothing profound or interesting I have to say about this, just that it has now been a year.
On a lighter note, the ladies in my family and I spent this past weekend together in Milwaukee. We — Jane, Stacy, Terry, Maggie, my mama & I — met up at a very nice Marriott downtown (I know the Marriott is Mormon-owned, but it was sooooo nice and they sold wine) on Friday evening. We had dinner at a pub down the street (I had an amazing grilled cheese — three kinds of cheese, avocado, bacon & tomato) and watched the awesomely exciting Badger game game back at the hotel. On Saturday, we got going and had an early lunch because we were all booked for spa treatments at a spa in Whitefish Bay. So nice! I had the world’s best manicure (it came with a back massage) and facial (it came with basically a full-body massage). My facialist was a little nutty, though. In addition to telling me not to panic that I wasn’t married — apropros of nothing — she made me guess how many years she had been married (40) and what product has the most irritants in it (soap). Anyway, that night we had a lovely dinner (on the way to which Terry found $100!!) and the next morning a lovely brunch — both on the east side. Lots of meals! I think I really like Milwaukee. She and I just need to get to know each other better. All in all, it was a really great weekend and I hope that we can do it again next year. Though maybe not on the first weekend of the NCAA tournament.
This is a super boring post. Does anyone have anything interesting to share? Stephanie is due today and she still hasn’t popped. It’s funny because two or so weeks ago she was saying how she just wanted it over; she was very ready to be done being preggers. While I think I totally understand that feeling, it also must be scary because it’s not like once you’re “done” with that, you’re done. It’s really just the beginning. It’s like Gwen said, you run for president and win. Then you have to be president.
