jaysaint Getting it all down on paper…

Left to fend for myself for dinner, with no groceries in the house, I did what I often do. I ordered delivery. We’ve got menus for every which way of the food spectrum, but most of the time I fall back on Chinese.

Tonight I answered the door wearing a magenta pajama top decorated with Russian dolls and bright teal pajama bottoms decorated with horses and cowboys. I have no earthly idea what my hair was doing. It occurs to me that I wouldn’t answer the door for my best friend dressed like that. I would at least run my fingers through my hair. No one ever sees me like the Chinese delivery guy does. Even Damon. At least I have the tiniest amount of dignity, and it will enter my mind to wonder if I look weird when he walks in. But the Chinese delivery guy? No worries! With the exception of making sure that I’m not showing any girl bits, I don’t give it even a first thought. Give me another year and that may fade out too. I do tip well. I hope that makes a difference to him.

In two hours a car will be by to pick up Damon for his crazy-early flight to Kentucky. Because he is a glutton for punishment, that 6am departure from Kennedy (the farthest airport from our apartment) will also feature a layover. This is what happens when I don’t book his tickets for him.

He’ll be visiting his family in Kentucky for four days.

I think he’s a very bad person for leaving his pregnant wife alone. He had better have trained Zoe to leave me a slice of peanut butter bread on the counter each morning.

Our neighbors, who are taking their twin daughters and moving out to the country, just gave us their bouncer seat. It’s so nice, much fancier than the one I would have bought. Score!

I give it 24 hours or less until I find Zoe napping in it.

It’s the picture of perfection outside! Who wants to go to the farmers’ market with me? I’ll also take the park, the library, or the diner. Anywhere we can walk.

I’m doing that thing that little kids do — resisting going to sleep for fear of missing something good. I’m so happy it’s the weekend. I’m delighting in knowing I don’t have to get up in the morning. It seems like the later I stay up the more of a treat that becomes.

Damon and I are attempting to watch almost an entire season of The Amazing Race on DVD tonight. We are active viewers, as we play along with the racers. We parcel out all of the challenges and discuss our strategy. It’s so much fun, and we are never cold, hungry or lost.

I did just have to tell Damon to use his indoor voice. He gets really excited.