I can’t remember if I’ve told you that DH and I are going to make the trip to Frankie’s this weekend. She has driven up here at least three times in the past six weeks, on EM business. Although the road runs both directions, Frankie and her family tend to drive up here more than we go to them.
There’s a good reason for us to go visit. Frankie’s birthday is Monday. I don’t believe in giving away age here. I think it’s enough that you now know it’s her birthday.
For the past ummmmm…X years, we have been going to visit with her on her birthday. She cooks and pampers us, and finds fun things to do. I’ve been saying to her, “Are you SURE this is how you want to spend your birthday, taking care of a bunch of couch potatoes?” I always get the same response: “Yes!” That is, until this year. This year she told me to bring my gardening clothes. We’ll go visit a really neat nursery and then come home and play in the dirt. Sounds like fun to me.
I think Frankie’s husband has things planned for Dear Husband. I don’t even want to contemplate what they are going to be up to. One year it was putting a new roof on the house.
Edward Scissorhands, our cat, is still going strong, but he will remain at home with our son. I don’t think a weekend is long enough for him to bond with their medium large sized dog. This will be a “just the two of us” drive.
So, I’ll be away for a few days, celebrating with my sis. I hope you all have a great weekend, and come through the very strange warm spell well!