It's incredible how 30 degrees can change your life. I've gone from hunched over and shivering beneath a quilt to puttering in the yard and putting things away in the garage. Robins fill the air with song, puddles cover the yard and drive, the boys are suddenly never in the house. It's great to bring order to things after pushing them aside for so long. Christmas lights and boxes that need to be broken down for recycling, broken glass in the corner of the garage that I couldn't face when it was 10 below is no sweat to clean up when it's 50 above. Filling birdfeeders when I'm not knee-deep in snow is a pleasant task and since the snow has mostly melted I can start measuring the places where my raised beds will go in the vegetable garden.
Mr. D and I have spent a lot of time in bed at night watching the Food Network which then makes us crave terrible foods. Terrible for us, that is, not terrible tasting. The other weekend we made french toast dredged through Captain Crunch cereal after watching Guy Fieri eat it on Triple D, for example. It tasted heavenly. Now it's been Irish pub food--all I've wanted all weekend was Shepherd's Pie and a pint of something dark and delicious. Sunday afternoon Mr. D returned from his run and hit the showers. I started to survey the boys about what they wanted for dinner. Mr. G called from the laundry room, "Lefty's here!" That's right, Lefty's home from college on spring break--would he join us for dinner? I began calculating the adjustments to our menu--adding a fully grown college boy makes a huge difference--when Mr. D came out of our bedroom dressed in jeans and a nice shirt. "You ready?" he asked me.
"Ready for what?"
"Lefty's here to watch the boys."
Lefty held up the two pizzas in his right hand and grinned.
I kissed each son on the head telling them, "See you later, Mommy and Daddy are going to be bad for a little while."
My Shepherd's Pie was savory and warmed me through my heart. My two pints of Bass Ale tasted heavenly. My husband is a wonderful man and Sunday surprises are the best.
How was your weekend, reader?