With it being a long weekend for Memorial Day, I was looking for something fun to do. Alas, I came up emtpy handed. My husband, however, would not let my need for socialization be crushed. I was amazed at his diligence to plan out at least one fun activity for us to do each day during our time off from work. On Friday, he noted my need for being around others and we spent the evening with friends and playing with cute little boys (ah, my "mommy need" required some attention). Then, on Saturday, he and I went to a wine tasting where we encountered the single craziest woman we've ever encountered (and that's saying something, considering we've met a LOT of unstable people during our line of work!). She provided us with comic relief for the afternoon as she lost her train of thought with every sentence, was convinced my husband was a cop, and told us (repeatedly) about her divorce. Following our visit with the Nutty McNutterson, we went to a movie with his brother and sister-in-law and then went to our neighbor's house for a bon fire with friends. Sunday was a day of rest and relaxation after church, but we DID end up purchasing a swimming pool! The couple gave us an incredible deal and threw in everything needed for our 4-foot tall oasis. If only we could set it up....
However, my favorite Memorial Day weekend memory is easy to pinpoint. My guy had the greatest idea of all for this day. His idea was to borrow kayaks from our friends and boat our way down the Connoquenessing. It was a beautiful day, sunny as can be, great for being in the water.... just ask my husband. Afterall, he flipped his kayak and drenched himself before we'd made it around the first bend of our 8-mile trek. Why did he spill, you may ask? He was trying to catch up to his quickly moving, far superior wife. He got paddling so fast he threw himself off balance trying to be as cool as me! My only regret of the day was paddling in front of him and missing the actual tipping. Although, I did rather enjoy watching him try to get back into the kayak, filling it with water and falling back out (it's a good thing I kept the supplies in MY boat!). In his defense, it was his first time kayaking, and he managed to keep himself afloat from that point on. Not that I stopped teasing him for 8 miles...
However, my favorite Memorial Day weekend memory is easy to pinpoint. My guy had the greatest idea of all for this day. His idea was to borrow kayaks from our friends and boat our way down the Connoquenessing. It was a beautiful day, sunny as can be, great for being in the water.... just ask my husband. Afterall, he flipped his kayak and drenched himself before we'd made it around the first bend of our 8-mile trek. Why did he spill, you may ask? He was trying to catch up to his quickly moving, far superior wife. He got paddling so fast he threw himself off balance trying to be as cool as me! My only regret of the day was paddling in front of him and missing the actual tipping. Although, I did rather enjoy watching him try to get back into the kayak, filling it with water and falling back out (it's a good thing I kept the supplies in MY boat!). In his defense, it was his first time kayaking, and he managed to keep himself afloat from that point on. Not that I stopped teasing him for 8 miles...