Children fed? check.
Kitchen cleaned up? check.
Toys put away? check.
House in order? check.
Dressed, made up, hair done & jewelry on? Check.
Babysitter here? check.
I walked around the pool, giving last-minute instructions and watching Team Testosterone swim. Without warning my left foot rushed past the spot where it was used to meeting concrete deck--you know, to take my full weight while my right foot took it's turn hitting the concrete--propelling me towards the gate and the Momvan and an afternoon and evening of freedom? But my left foot moved PAST where concrete ought to have been. My entire body weight tilted and tipped and next thing I knew I was submerged at the bottom of the pool.
Which would explain why when I introduced myself to Jess Riley, my hair was still dripping wet. I had on dry clothes, including a new bra and new jewelry--but was running a frantic 20 minutes late to meet my friends. My hair finally dried out by Madison. My right foot finally scabbed over sometime during the third act of Ah, Wildnerness!
Still, I got my autographed book and a chance to chat with Jess Riley for a few minutes before fleeing to meet my posse. Then my posse and I went here:
The most perfect outdoor theater in the whole wide world. And my favorite place to go in the summer--I've gone there for almost 20 seasons!
And watched this:
After eating all of this:
This feast includes main dishes of Italian-marinated salmon filets and chicken salad with grapes and walnuts. Features fruit, seasonal greens and Mediterranean pasta salad deliciously complemented by a wheel of Brie, freshly baked baguettes and pesto aioli*. Finishes with a flourish of brownies. Plates, utensils and tablecloth packed in an APT tote. Serves 6-8. $87.50
And drinking a couple bottles of this:
And catching up on this, that and the other.
Klutziness aside, it was a damn good day.
*Manna from the heavens, I tell you.