I don’t know why I was incapable of recapping our weekend yesterday, but I just didn’t have the strength. And that makes it sound like we did all sorts of exciting things when the truth is the most interesting detail is that I willingly went to an Art Fair and walked around for two hours wearing wedge heels. Somewhere there is a podiatrist who is going to get a new house at the lake because of my shoe bravado.
Seriously. My foot is charlie horsing as I’m typing this and my toes may never be the same.
It was all innocent enough. Some friends met us at church and after it was over suggested that we go downtown to the Southwest Craft Center for this art show. It’s one of the official Fiesta events and I felt like it was our duty to attend at least one Fiesta event since we try to avoid the others due to my issues with having beer spilled down my back or being involved in some kind of knife fight. That whole coronation crowd is rough.
(That’s totally a lame San Antonio joke. The coronation is actually a high society event where girls wear dresses that cost more than my car and people celebrate fake royalty. However, Fiesta does provide plenty of other events that increase your odds of smelling like Miller Lite for the rest of the day or getting stabbed.)
(They should totally add that last sentence to our official tourist brochures.)
Anyway, I was wearing my chocolate brown wedge heels because I thought the sum total of my walking would be from the church parking lot to inside the building and back again. Then we decided to head straight to the Art Fair and I thought about asking if we could stop by the house so I could put on my flip-flops, but who wants to be the person who’s all “Mamaw needs to stop and put on some proper footwear with cushioned insoles?”
As it turns out, I will now be that person for the rest of my life.
In other news from the weekend, our soccer game was rained out on Saturday morning. I have no doubt that the Cheetah Girls were poised to get their first victory of the season (No one officially keeps score since we don’t even use goalies, but I keep score in my head because that’s who I am.) but P woke me up at 7:15 a.m. to inform me that it was pouring down rain. However, the official soccer website didn’t officially cancel the game until 8:02 a.m. which isn’t really convenient when you’re supposed to play at 8:30 a.m. And so even though I knew from P’s updated radar reports every four minutes between 7:15 and 8:02 that we most likely wouldn’t be playing our game, I couldn’t really relax and go back to sleep until it was official.
The good news is that once the game was called I found the strength to crawl back into bed and sleep until 10:30 to the sound of the rain. It may go down as one of the best Saturday mornings ever. Oh, and the only reason I was able to sleep was because Caroline had spent the night at Mimi and Bops’s house. Otherwise I would have been up and playing UNO with a questionable set of rules by 7:00 a.m.
Caroline came home around noon and we spent most of the day cleaning out her playroom. She is always reluctant to get rid of anything which is why I normally just throw stuff out while she’s gone, but I decided it was time for her to make her own decisions about what she can live without. It helped move things along once I announced that she needed to get rid of at least TEN things before any more toys came into this house. EVER.
Later in the day, we headed over to Gulley’s house because it’s time for the making of the Fiesta Shoebox Float. If you’ve been reading here for any amount of time, then you know all about the blood, sweat and hot glue gun burns that go into making a shoebox float. Will had decided to make a pirate ship for his float and so I offered my vast experience in the proper mechanics of making a sail on a shoebox. It’s a little skill I learned last year when I (I mean Caroline) had to make a replica of the Santa Maria.
Sadly, Caroline is past the days of making shoebox floats. Which is probably just as well considering that my wedge heels caused me enough pain this weekend without adding in some hot glue gun burns and a stiff back from bending over and gluing eighteen Happy Meal figurines on a shoe box.
Viva Fiesta.