I am wearing rags, sitting on my couch watching “The Clique” on Lifetime, eating a supposedly low-fat burrito and flipping through catalogs. While this makes me sound like an unpopular 12-year-old girl with a yen for Mexican food, it feels more like heaven.
Much of this divine feeling can be attributed to two things. First, tis the weekend. And second, my enormous couch is actually more like a bed. Who needs to sit upright when clearly the human body was meant to be elongated like a banana and flopped over fabric.
It actually took me a year to buy a couch. Sounds pathetic but I used to have two really uncomfortable chairs stuck in a dark corner of my living room. It was a bit like solitary confinement. But after 365 days of self-torture, I invested in the comfort machine from West Elm and my butt is so much happier for it.
To make it even better, while watching “The Clique,” I just saw a commercial for the “Client List,” staring Jennifer Love Hewitt. It’s a Lifetime flick about a prostitute with a really crap Texas accent trying to support her family. Now I can DVR that one for my next night in, on my big floppy bed couch of course.
This is my couch bed thing
And yes, this is what the movie I'm watching is based on. Tomorrow I'll read Nietzsche.
Growing up just over the DC line in Maryland, I went to the Eastern Shore all the time. Especially during my girl scout years. From the ages of seven to eleven, I spent a whole lot of weekends in picturesque towns earning patches. I had a blast tie-dying my underwear and aggressively shucking crabs for my crustacean awareness patch. Looking back, I feel like that was the badge I wore with real honor and it came in handy today as I gave Craig an intense tutorial on how to devour a crab. Being Nebraskan, he had no idea what to do with the delectable fruit of the sea besides look at it with a blank stare. But the fifth grader in me showed him the ropes and we were shoving them in our mouths like greedy sea creatures in no time.
After going to bed at 6 am because of all the alcohol coursing through our veins from opera ball, Craig and I headed to the north Chesapeake Bay to get away from it all. We were OD’ing on small talk and canapes and thought a little one on one with our good earth would be just what the doctor ordered. And it sure was. We walked around a wildlife refuge where birds as big as cows flew over our heads. A fox even ran across our path, and I, being quite the zoologist, jumped into Craig’s arms and screamed “leopard!” And then of course there is the water. Still as a puddle. And up here north of Annapolis away from all the tourists, there is barely a soul on it. It’s just asking you to throw off your clothes and bellyflop right in. But I fought the urge and just admired the view instead.
Craig enjoying this thing we call nature. We saw tons of these birds which looked like menacing turkeys, but I'm sure that's not their scientific name. Either way, was amazing to get out of the city for a day.
The view from the worn wooden dock where Craig and I were the only people out and about. Sooooo relaxing.
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