I’ve wished all the appropriate dads in my life a happy day.
I sang “Short Dick Man” out loud. Including the stuttery part. You know, “don’t, don’t, don’t…”
A close friend of ours became a father.
I went to sleep before the sunset after spending the day at the beach.
I got the first sunburn of the year. And tan lines.
I’ve eaten approximately six ice cream sandwiches. (HEY! It’s hot out.)
I volunteered for a cause that helped feed the hungry and attended an event that raised money for cancer research.
I made Jeff buy me two sports bras from Sam’s Club because I felt silly buying sports bras from Sam’s Club. (2 for $10 and they are seamless microfiber.)
I had a picnic with my boyfriend and my dog at the beach, on a blanket. With $9 per pound chicken salad that rocked my socks off.
The bathroom is clean, the laundry mostly done and the wood tables were dusted. Dish washer also emptied (by Jeff), which makes me smile.
I ate too many radishes, too much freshly baked bread, too many home made chocolate muffins. All worth every calorie.
I drank morning coffee on the couch wearing an actual night gown thingie. (It’s not grandma-ish.) It’s cute. And pink.
I walked on dunes.
Jeff got tan lines in the shape of sunglasses, his olive skin grew tan from taking his shirt off at the beach (hot!!) and his hair reached that perfect stage that stays for about a week before it turns into “you need a haircut.”
Oh, I wore a bikini and swam in our pool. Good weekend, it was.
