There are two important things going on here right now. The first is that Tropical Storm Hermine is allegedly heading this way. And the second is that I left my hair up in a high ponytail for too long and now the whole left side of my head hurts.
Of course the whole high ponytail thing is pretty much irrelevant unless you happen to be me, so I’ll talk about Hermine. (Not to be confused with the youngest Mandrell sister, Irlene.) She used to just be Tropical Storm #10, but got upgraded with a truly unfortunate name sometime late yesterday afternoon and the weathermen are all abuzz about the fact that we might get anywhere between zero and eleven hundred inches of rain over the next forty-eight hours. All I know is that I made a special trip to HEB yesterday to stock up on the essentials (Pretzel M&Ms! York Peppermint Patties! Fritos! Hormel Chili! InStyle Magazine!) and am planning my entire day around being socked in by the rain. If it doesn’t happen I am going to be terribly bitter and forced to say disparaging things about our local meteorologists.
But for now I’ll focus on brighter, happier things than a possible tropical storm, namely our Labor Day weekend. Never has so little been accomplished or proved to be not even remotely interesting in a three day time span.
On Friday night we met Mimi and Bops for Mexican food.
And then we went home and went to bed.
Saturday proved to be a little more eventful. P and Caroline headed down to the ranch to do whatever it is they do down there and I stayed at home. I’d like to say that I was out of my pajamas sometime before 2:00 p.m. but it would be a lie. I blame College Gameday. And, also, I may have gotten sucked into several episodes of 90210, but it’s hardly my fault considering they were the episodes where Dr. Martin dies and Gina reconciles with the family and Dylan finds out that his dad isn’t really dead but in the witness protection program and David and Donna realize they still love each other. If that’s not compelling television, then I don’t know what is.
Ultimately I decided I needed to do something productive to make myself feel better. So I ran a dust cloth over the coffee table and a few other prominent pieces of furniture and then went to Gap to return a shirt that I’d bought for P a few weeks ago and he’d deemed unacceptable.
I’ve decided one of my goals for the next few months is to update P’s personal style, but it’s proving to be harder than I thought. Mainly because P isn’t one to quit on a look just because he’s been wearing it for the last twenty years and also because all the clothing manufacturers have begun making their dress shirts with a cut designed to fit twelve-year-old boys or men who don’t eat a box of Nilla Wafers in one sitting.
Oh, and I went by Sherwin Williams to look at paint chips because I’ve officially decided that I don’t like my turquoise kitchen and emailed Holly to ask for her advice. To her credit she didn’t email me back with a big I TOLD YOU SO even though she did tell me so when I asked for her thoughts on painting it turquoise back in May. And she was right. The turquoise is pretty but it doesn’t go with the rest of my house. She suggested that I paint it dark brown and I’m currently obsessed with that idea and will not rest until the kitchen is repainted.
(Actually, that’s not true. I won’t have time to paint the kitchen for at least a week. Clearly I’ll need to rest between now and then. I’m just using a little thing called literary license. Or whatever.)
Unfortunately the Aggies weren’t on T.V. so I had to console myself by watching other televised games and constantly hitting refresh on Fox Sports to get the latest score.
Anyway, Sunday morning we went to church and then Caroline and I decided to go shopping out at La Cantera. The night before we’d looked at clothes on different websites because she claims “my taste has changed, Mama”. Apparently that’s true because I pointed out an adorable sweater dress and she laughed as she said, “PLEASE TELL ME YOU’RE KIDDING”. Which made me look back fondly on the first two years of her life when she let me dress her in whatever I wanted and didn’t have an opinion.
So we made our way to the mall and had the best time shopping together. I let her pick out the things she wanted to try on and make the final decisions according to my budget and what she actually needed. She was a little bit upset that I nixed the faux leopard print fur vest, but who wouldn’t be? I just wasn’t sure it seemed like a necessity for second grade.
And we went to a delightful store called Naartjie that has won me over body and soul. Oh my word at all the cuteness. Best of all, she actually liked some of it even though there wasn’t a sequin or piece of faux fur to be found.
We came home and watched The Sound of Music together while P cooked burgers on the grill. Then yesterday morning we stayed in bed until almost 10:30 and watched it all over again.
So, assuming you didn’t have the strength to read through all that (Who can blame you?) and just skipped to the bottom. Here’s a brief summary.
On the plus side:
Mexican food
College football
90210
Dreams of a brown kitchen
Aggies win
Shopping
The Von Trapp family
Grilled burgers
Possible torrential rain from a tropical storm not named after the youngest Mandrell sister
On the negative side:
Left side of my head hurts from ill-conceived high ponytail
How was your weekend?