A coupla do-nothings


Aside from getting ourselves to an after-work happy hour party at our friends’ Jen and Zach’s house on Friday evening, we did exactly jack diddley squat the whole weekend. We read books, cleaned our house from top to bottom (damn I am so glad our house is the size of a postage stamp), went for walks, talked, made food. Mostly this was due to the fact that my dude decided to take up kettlebell excercise last week and so he was all butthurt in a grandpa fashion and couldn’t rightly move very well, but we made the most of it. It was all he could do to get himself to that Friday night happy hour, but we made it. Jen and Zach have been in their house for about a year and have fixed it all up super cute. I always get a bit jealous when I see people who can cutify it up so quickly when our house is in a constant state of construction, but then I remind myself that (a) we are doing every last thing on our house by ourselves, and by we I mean Mr. Butthurt over there; and (b) we have had to re-do everything, not just cosmetic things, and that shit takes time; and (c) it is not a race.

Here is to not-a-race-ness, friends. Kick back and take it easy once in a while when you can. Even if you aren’t butthurt.

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