I Need a Vacation

Since summer hours started at my office, I feel like I've been working non-stop, and doing stuff on weekends, non-stop. The theory is that we work 11 hour days Monday through Thursday, and then we get three day weekends every weekend. The reality is I work those days, stay a half hour late most of the time, and then I come in to work on the quilt project on Fridays, which, by the way, seems to have turned into my quilt project as everyone else seems to have forgotten they've committed themselves to an act of community service and are off frolicking while I'm cutting out patches and swimming through dusty fabric. I also happen to currently have that delightful psoriasis on my hands that make them itchy and then so bone dry they crack if I grip anything too hard.

Anyhoo...this past weekend was spend on a huge road trip with the family. Daddy had to back out, unfortunately, because he threw out his back. This left me, mom and May. We didn't trust Mom to drive at all since she and my aunt would just gabble away and Mom would lose track of where she was, and I don't drive, so that left May. Poor May had to drive allllll the way to Boston, up to Maine, back to Boston and then back to Connecticut. Poor her. She was passed out by 10pm on the second night. It was fun though. We went with my aunt, Nini, Nini's boyfriend, and Lily. We saw an artist colony in Boston, an art museum outside of Boston, went outlet shopping in Maine, walked around Porstmouth, NH and had lobster rolls in Maine. Overall a fun trip. I think Mom was annoyed at how Lily would sleep in so late every morning, though.

When we got back to Connecticut, we had a big barbecue. Dad, hobbling around, grilled a whole bunch of New York Strip steaks. His big brother and big brother's wife came, my mom's cousin with the whole family came, and everyone just chatted and ate until it was time for me and May to go to bed...since we're the only ones working...Days like that, I'm glad I come from a big family.

Last night, Axel and I went and watched a movie and then went out for Cuban food. After that, we went back to his place where he at one point grabbed/pinched my tummy which is more than a little bigger than usual and asked if that was my lobster roll. I have now nicknamed my pudge "Lobster Roll." Must lose Lobster Roll. Must work out more...