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In the Mood...

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The weekend was full- Saturday night spent with a 5 hour dinner to celebrate Sueann's 33rd birthday at Lola Gaspar. Just 4 gals trying to appreciate one another's company, while feigning to be agitated by the disrupting rounds of drinks sent our way as the evening progressed.  Small, liquid reminders we aren't completely washed up messes. We still gots it. And as Sunday rolled around there was no stopping Sayler and I from a visit to the soccer park to watch our favorite MGFM player score a goal (that wasn't allowed, but whatever...) and an invitation to our family to visit with us at our home after our team loss. It was nice to spend time with my sister and kids, and everything was going quite perfectly until Sayler slyly, yet loudly decided to announce " sometimes my daddy gets in the mood...." She smirked while my family stared, eyes wide. I paused. I shifted the weight from my feet to the lump in my throat.  Certain I had misheard I quizzed ...

Late

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We ate dinner on the patio.   The patio that desperately needed cleaning, on cushions that needed a spanking. (What do you call it when you dust out cushions?... Certainly it's in the spanking family). As I slowly bit off my bean and cheese burrito I looked sadly at the overgrown shrubs and flowers that spilled out over each other, crowded behind the hidden retaining wall. Our garden has been neglected.  Lloyd's been working overtime and I've been... Just working, I guess. And the garden has suffered considerably.  But the garden is mostly his domain. "No one's touching my backyard" he compromised when I asked him if we could hire a gardener for our front lawn.  (Best investment ever.) And so when things get unruly out back I usually just have to say... "The garden..." And he knows it's time to put on his gloves and pull out all the tools and contraptions that wait patiently in our garage for such laborious moments.  It's nearly 7:30 pm on a ...