Pillow Talk

Snuggle giggles: I love my husband.  Have I ever mentioned that?  There are many reasons why, but among them is his terrific sense of humor.  Since we met, he’s always been able to make me laugh.  Sometimes for inappropriate reasons.  Often for inappropriate reasons.

His work schedule is such that his weekend is in the middle of the week.  Mine is always Saturday and Sunday.  So although we enjoy our evenings, we have no days off together.

Until summer.  Because I have every day off from June 6 through August 5.

On Memorial Day, we had a little taste of the days to come.  We took full advantage, lazily sleeping in as late as a five-year-old German shepherd would allow.  Luxuriating in our cozy haven, cuddled up together, my love whispered this sweet sentiment:

“It’s nice to be so old, so cantankerous, and so in love!  So everyone can shut the fuck up.”

I love that man!  😉

Funky Date Day In Lake Worth

We are NOT in Daytona for the 500 this weekend.  Sadly, by the time we checked, the cheapest tickets started at $200 apiece.  So we didn’t spend over $4oo on tickets to our 6th Great American Race.  But we’re watching it on television.

On Saturday, Mr. R. and I headed a few miles down I-95 to Lake Worth for my first ever visit to the annual Street Painting Festival.  I’ve heard about it for years and Mr. R. has covered it for the local news but I had never been to this event.

On the way, we made a quick stop at the ATM.  And by quick stop, I mean that in the span of less than 100 feet and in busy traffic, Mr. R. went from 60 mph to a hard right turn in the F-150 Crew Cab.  While performing the classic reach-over grope, he quipped, “Most people wouldn’t have tried that.”  I agreed with him.  When I caught my breath.

Finally arriving safely a few blocks from the festival, we happily paid $5 to a nice gentleman in the parking lot of the Presbyterian church so we could leave the car in relative safety.  Directly across the street was an irresistible antiques shop in an old historic store front and we meandered through before walking to the street festival.

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We found the free event packed in its four blocks wide, six blocks long venue.  I was fascinated to watch the artists hard at work on their creations, some of which will turn out to be 3-D when they’re completed.  Add to the art the live music on several stages, a whole row of fair food, and a margarita stand, we had everything we needed for a perfect Saturday afternoon outside.

We left the festival with the general idea of finding someplace to sit and order dinner.  Mr. R. asked if I’d ever seen the Lake Worth spillway.  When I said that no, in the more than twenty years I’ve lived in South Florida, I had not, in fact, seen that particular attraction, we made a slight detour.

The purpose of the spillway is to regulate water levels in the various canals that perform flood control duties all across the area.  It’s also apparently a popular place to go fishing.  It was a cool thing to see and I was glad we made the quick stop.

From there we headed north planning to find the new grilled cheese place in Northwood.  Before we found it, though, we decided to stop at Relish, a burger place we’ve passed many times but never experienced.

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Okay, here’s the thing about Relish.  Ordering is complicated, something a burger joint should not be.  You have to place your order at the counter (strike one) where you have to first decide what type of burger you want.  They have more choices than I ever dreamed of.  The featured meat for Saturday was alpaca.  We both passed in favor of beef.

Next you have to pick two relishes (strike two) which I found stressful.  I didn’t know what I wanted.  I just wanted a burger.  We had to choose from things like tzatziki, bison chili, citrus remoulade, garlic aioli, etc.  I threw my hands in the air and made Mr. R. pick for me.  Next we sat and waited for them to bring our order.

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The dining room was warm and still and by the time our food was ready I was feeling overheated.  We ended up eating out on the sidewalk which turned out to be pretty pleasant.  Finally, against doctor’s orders, Mr. R. ordered a Moon Pie milkshake.  Not being a milkshake fan, I only had a sip and I must say it was delicious.

I don’t really see going back to Relish.  Next time, we’ll find that grilled cheese place.

 

Puppy Paranoia

wpid-20140115_110626-1.jpgOne of our favorite times of the day is just after work.  On any given weekday, Mr. R. and I return home, pour something cold to drink, and sit out on the back patio chatting about our day.  Usually, he tosses a tennis ball for Jack, our 85-pound land shark, to chase in the yard.  Today, I left them outside for a moment.  As I returned I overheard Mr. R. talking to Jack.

“You’re my favorite puppy in this yard right now.  Yes, you are!  Of course, we have another puppy at another house.  There are two cats there, too.  In fact, that’s where Mommy and I go everyday, to visit our other family.  We like them better.”

Anybody know how much dog therapy costs?

In The News

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A popular ‘human interest’ story in the news involved the saga of a couple of llamas that got loose in Arizona today. Sounds more like ‘critter interest if you ask me, but what do I know?

Mr. R. is the news professional in our house. He’s an assignment editor at one of our local television news stations.

“You want to hear my new punk band name?” he asked me after work today.

“Of course I do,” I replied.

“Llamas on the Loose,” he announced proudly.

The man needs a vacation.

Mr. R. and the Zombie Apocalypse

wpid-screenshot_2014-09-13-17-33-13-1.pngMy love took himself to the dollar store one day a few months ago.  These are the things he came brought home.

Me: Why did you buy face masks and a manual can opener?

Mr. R.: For the zombie apocalypse, of course.

Me: Well of course!

Just last night, we laughed about the whole thing all over again.

Me: Where are those things anyway?

Mr. R.: The can opener broke.  I think there’s a mask left.

Me: You used them?

Mr. R.: Well, I still have one left for me.

Saturday Night Serenade–It’s Our Song

Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic by The Police really is our song.  Mr. R. has always been a bigger Police fan than I am but I do love this song.  We actually saw them play down at Dolphin Stadium (or whatever they’re calling it these days) a few year ago.  There’s something really cool about 44,000 people all singing, “Rooooox-anne!”

We almost had a different song, though.  Once upon a time we went to Universal Studios in Orlando during their Mardi Gras celebration.  Each weekend a different performer appears and it happened that Bonnie Raitt was there that night.  We weren’t all that excited about seeing her and had pretty much planned on leaving before the concert.  It turned out that we were still at the park and we figured, Why not? 

Suffice it to say, we were blown away.  She was absolutely amazing.  We stood mere yards from the stage, Mr. R.’s arms wrapped around me, as she sang I Can’t Make You Love Me.  It was the most beautiful thing I’d ever heard.  That being said, it’s not much of an Our Song kind of song.

This song, however, is my favorite Police song, for obvious reasons.  Happy Saturday Night!