Mike was out of town for a few days, and he took my laptop with him. Apparently when I don't have a laptop, I don't blog even though there's a perfectly good desktop upstairs.
That's partly because I'm kind of lazy and partly because I'm not entirely convinced our upstairs isn't haunted. For no other reason than it's creakier up there.
Mike left town for his first motorcycle race of the season. That might sound strange if you didn't know he races motorcycles. But he does! He's good, too, and he likes it a whole lot. Now, while blogging -- my hobby of choice -- isn't as butt-clenchingly dangerous as his, he's ridiculously supportive of me, so I try my best to be the same of him.
I'll tell you what I mind a whole lot more than his racing motorcycles, though: how he manages to complain about how sore he is after he races motorcycles. I love that you're happy, babe, but I don't demand back rubs after a particularly grueling blog post, now do I?
I MIGHT START, THOUGH, OH YES.
Anyway, while he was gone, Kyle and I did a little cleaning (mostly me), Handy Manny watching (mostly him), hosting some friends for dinner (shockingly, mostly me again), running with half of my new running group (definitely not Kyle unless you count the running away from me he did when I found he had colored all over his bedroom floor), and not-any-at-all sleeping in (Kyle made sure this included us both).
He wasn't all blatant disobedience, though, as sometime over the weekend, he picked up the catchphrase, "See you tomorrow!" This started when we were heading to my mother-in-law's house for dinner. "Bye bye house, see you tomorrow!" Then I left him there to run to Target and he said, "Bye bye Mommy, see you tomorrow!" He did this a bunch. And while he says a ton of OMG-SO-CUTE things, this is right up toward the top of the list. Yes, two isn't so bad so far.
This post is a bit spacey and I'd love to string it together better, with more cohesive thoughts but it's late, Gossip Girl is calling, and my husband is sighing loudly about his back from the other room.
But, tell me, how are you?