Break time yet?

Boy do I need a break. I have just been running ragged for weeks now. Friday, my intention was to leave work, eat some left over Indian food, and get some much needed SLEEP! That didn’t happen, though. B got a few personal faxes at work. Seeing as he is trying to sell a house he owns up in Jacksonville, I figured he needed those papers. So, on my way home I was gonna drop them off. Problem is that he has the cutest little kids, 3 and 1 and a half years old. So, of course, I’ve over there till midnight playing with the kids and chatting with him and Wifey. Since she is a stay at home mom, Wifey doesn’t get too much interaction with adults and they took the kids to drop grandma off at the airport, so they had a long nap in the car. That meant everyone was up and excited to have company.

Saturday, I tried to just relax. A friend of mine was having a BBQ, so I lounged around the house till it was time to go. I Kat hasn’t had a party in so long. It was good go see everyone, but was strange. 3/4 years ago, everyone was driving sporty little cars, partying all night long, and skinny dipping in the pool. Now, everyone drives SUVs or Minivans and heads home around 8~ish still sober and fully clothed. What is the world coming to??? But in the end we all had a very good time. And it ended with a few of us carrying drunk Kat into the house, just like old times. Only in the past, I would have been stumbling in and going to sleep in the yellow room (which is now the baby’s room). Instead I drove home at 1:30 and crawled into my own bed, sober and alone.

Sunday, I didn’t do anything. I woke up late enough that the Japanese store I frequent was closed, and I couldn’t buy the skins I need to make my fried wontons and Gyoza (pan fried). So I have to go today to get them and I’ll cook tonight or tomorrow. I think I’m going to make chicken Katsu too (Japanese version of fried chicken cutlets.) Now I just have to decide if I want to do shrimp fried rice or red bean rice to go with it. I know, sounds like a lot. But it’s not. I love to cook. It relaxes me. I just know if I make all this, I’ll have leftovers for a week. I guess I’ll just feed the neighbors again. Maybe I’ll take some to B and Wifey. Shelly, I’ll pop some in the freezer for when you get back!