As you begin your weekend, I thought I’d give you a little preview of mine. Because, TOTALLY RIVETING.
First, P and I get to go to the happiest place on earth-the Uhaul place on a Saturday morning during prime moving season.
Then, we get to go get 50 cases of wine out of dry storage, and drive them as quickly as we can to The Ranch (so we don’t make very expensive vinegar due to the fact that the back of the truck isn’t air conditioned and it’s approximately 1,498 degrees here now.) and then, in a lovely bit of symmetry, we get to unload 50 cases of wine. (Maybe 49, depending on how bad the drive is.)
Tonight’s aside: when I was inventorying the vino to prepare it for storage, I found THREE BOTTLES of 1997 Joseph Phelps Insignia. One of my two favorite bottles of wine in the world (the other being the 1997 Joseph Phelps Backus Cabernet) And we thought we had drank our last bottle several years back. And we weren’t really keen on getting it at auction, because it might have spent a lot of time on top of someone’s refrigerator (WORST PLACE EVER to store wine, in case you are new to the wine of the non-Boone Farm variety) or rolling around in the trunk of someone’s car in June while driving up steep mountains. So we had resigned ourselves that we had the memory, and the company in which we shared the wine, and both of those were sufficient for us. BUT, when I found the THREE BOTTLES, did I quickly and quietly stick them in my dresser drawer and not tell my family? No. I promptly RAN to them, crying a little, bottle in hand, didn’t say anything, and when daddy read the label and finally figured out what he was looking at, he asked, “how many did you find”? And I said “Three, including that one.” SO THERE-you can take all the ethics exams you want, people, but you can only know about ethics when you are confronted with decisions in real life. I passed. (I am resisting the urge to be kinda bummed I didn’t find any surprise 97 Backus, because three bottles of the Insignia was a total GIFT and I don’t want karma to come and take those away from me.)
After that, we get to drive the Uhaul back to the same store (apparently they are hip to the one-way rental disaster, and now do “in-town” moves only on the weekends). So-more symmetry there.
And then, I get to go see some of my favorite-est people ever, and take care of their kiddos for the evening and get some good quality baby snuggling in while I’m at it. And apparently babies and toddlers don’t really dig the whole late night television thing, so they go to bed early, and after the girls go to bed, I get to do the happiest thing on earth-Watch online CLEs. (I know, you are jealous that my life has become so jet-set and fabulous.) (My “how to be fantastic in every way” self-help book is coming to bookstores near you soon.)
After they get home, I go back to my house, and if it isn’t too late, I’m going to be doing some Lifesavers business “paperwork junk” that never seems to happen during the week. The clients are seriously getting in the way of my business getting organized.
Sunday, I get to go BACK to my favorite-est people and watch their baby while they take the toddler to see her first big screen movie. I’ve asked them to wait and let me experience her first time seeing “The Sopranos” and “Dexter”. Somehow, I think they’ll honor that request, but I don’t think it will be anytime soon, since she is just over two.
So, in sum, wine, infants, and CLE. Just like P Diddy or whatever he calls himself today does every weekend. OH! And I almost forgot, I got called for jury duty. In criminal court. And so we’ll see if my streak continues. I am always chosen to be in the venire (the large group that goes into the courtroom to be questioned by the lawyers) and I am ALWAYS in the first two rows (or “the splash zone”, as an attorney friend of mine calls it) and until last time, I was ALWAYS picked for the jury. Even knowing what I do for a living. So I apparently look appealing to both sides, or not dangerous enough on which to waste a peremptory challenge. So, I got that going for me.
And I’ve been told by my Lifesavers mentor that it is Friday night and what am I doing on email when there is vodka still available in the metroplex. (I just wanted to make sure I sent him several questions that I will need answers to, and I don’t know how long it’s going to take me to do the work once I figure out what the work actually is, and so I like to start my worrying early.) But I’m nothing if not a super mentee (despite dragging him into a quagmire from which it is entirely probable that we will both lose our minds) so I’m going to sign off now, but first
This is one of two of the baby zebra we had at The Ranch this spring. We originally had three, but there was a tragic accident and it resulted in both the death of a baby zebra and an adult female zebra. But isn’t he just adorable???? So, so mean, tho. It’s sad. Because his nose just begs for a little rubbing.