Really?

Overheard at Waffle House. . .

Woman behind me (on a cell phone): Well, you know that I don't tell my business to everyone.

Woman behind me: Did you see the story about me in the paper?

Woman behind me: Well, when you get laid off from your job, how are you supposed to afford your anti-depressants?

Woman behind me: Stop talking to me about her.

Woman behind me: You know I'm not working.

Woman behind me: Well, I'll come see you tomorrow, but I'm going to the tanning bed first.

There are so many oxymorons in that conversation that I don't even know where to begin, so I won't.

But, wow. Just. . . wow.

Invasion

It's that time of year again: time for the Semi-annual Outlaw Invasion. Yes, Patient Reader, the Outlaws are coming! The Outlaws are coming! And they will be here this evening.

I'm actually a little bit ahead of schedule in preparations - the guest room has been ready for a week. This is not usually the case but I had a fit of productiveness last weekend and got it done. Getting it done included a trip to Goodwill to drop off a carload of stuff that I set aside for a yard sale, and then the general cleaning and making up the futon.

I think (although I could be wrong) that all I have left to do is:
1. Make a grocery list
2. Go to the grocery store
3. Clean the hall bathroom (Rockboy has been in there. It was scrubbed last weekend, but that doesn't last around here.)

As many of you probably remember, Easter dinner is MY holiday. In the extended Roadies family, there are three major holidays: Thanksgiving, Christmas, and Easter. My sisters-in-law divide up the other two, but Easter is mine. Every year. Without fail.

One reason is because it is the one holiday that I have the Outlaws with me. The other reason is that Easter doesn't require a turkey (don't like 'em) and there is no expectation of extreme decorating. As long as I manage to get out the pair of ceramic rabbits that I own, it's all good, although I think in the chaos of Rockboy's breakup with his girlfriend last year, I might have forgotten the rabbits. I don't think anyone noticed. They would've been obscured by the drama and angst anyway.

Yesterday, I had lunch with one of my girl friends whom I hadn't seen in awhile. We went to Olive Garden and generally indulged ourselves silly. I actually took the day off work (in case I still had major prep work to do, as well as a few days next week while the Outlaws are still here) and instead of working myself to death, I thoroughly enjoyed it. There is definitely something to be said for relaxing! Who knew?

In case I don't see you before then - have a wonderful holiday! (For those that celebrate Easter.) And, if you celebrate Passover, I hope it was fabulous. If you don't celebrate either of the above, take this weekend and celebrate the fact that SPRING is finally, really coming. We can all celebrate that.