The WEEKEND

It's a biggie.  Start of summer and all that good stuff.  We have a few plans -- nothing major.

Firing up the grill because that's the law for Memorial Day weekend.  Steaks, mac+cheese, salad.  Easy.  I'm over the 20 step meals for a little while.  Kids coming with dogs.  Ping pong and corn hole.  Add a few adult beverages and it's a party.

We might also be going for the stereotype and buying a mattress.  It appears our PB order hasn't actually been cancelled -- so a little up in the air on this.  If we can hold out for PB, we can save some $$.  Now that our old mattress is on a bed supporting it, we feel much better sleeping.  It's amazing how much of a difference it made (of course, it's an OLD mattress -- about 13 years old).

Two of the 3 stools came yesterday (strange -- nothing was supposed to come until Tuesday).  I assume the other is on it's way too.  I LOVE them.  Comfortable and cute.

Fit all the criteria.
Sturdy, but not heavy.
Back support, but not too tall.
Place for feet.

Hubby is golfing.  Two peeps canceled on him, but he's still going.  I was supposed to go for coffee with a new neighbor, but her dog got injured so I'm home drinking the usual drinks.  Stood up all around - hah.  Oh well.  I'm totally making the most of my time alone!!

We are supposed to get a temporary foster for the weekend.  I'm going to bitch a bit here -- there're a number of people who volunteer with Releash who FORGET we are ALL volunteers.  They expect so much from a "favor."  This is one of those fosters and I'm not sure how this is going to play out.  I told her I live FAR from her.  She plans to drop the dog in the evening (aka rush hour).  It's about 2 hour (one-way) during rush hour.  I've heard nothing back from her.  She has my address.  Why do I think she's going to say I need to meet her -- on a Friday -- on a holiday weekend?  I've set some boundaries lately regarding "favors."  If I say YES to what is asked, I don't need to say YES to what is added on (at the last minute).  I could be wrong -- hope I'm wrong.  It's now Friday morning and she hasn't reached out about it.  Am I on-call for her tonight??  Not a fan of rude people who justify their rudeness in the name of "I'm so busy."  Okay, rant over.

I'm feeling better physically - yea.  Still working on the head stuff.  I'm not sure what my problem is lately.  Stress from the move that I ignored?  I don't feel like myself.  I'm always "fighting" some feeling -- yet, nothing is actually wrong (that I can figure out).  Guess I need to work on it.  Something must be lurking under the surface.  I'm quick to feel sad.  Quick to take things personally.  Quick to worry about NOTHING.

This conversation took a turn.  See??  I'm moody.  I'll leave it at that -- time to clean (instead of coffee - dang).  Later gators.