This week has been a bit mobbed.
I’m house-sitting at a client’s house until Saturday and I’m in charge of wrangling the following animals: two dogs, a cat, two parrots, three chickens, a bunny, a turtle and fish in the lily pond behind the pool. MainMan appropriately called it the “funny farm.”
In addition to working the farm, MainMan’s parents are in town until Monday and we’ve been eating delicious home-cooked meals and celebrating our engagement. We’ve consumed a bottle of Veuve, a spectacular meal at Lucques (pictures TK), margaritas at Pacos Tacos and countless happy hour Coronas on Wade. Lucky for us, the celebration won’t stop when they head back east. My parents arrive a week later and we’re hoping for some more fun in the sun.
Last night I rudely jumped from the table to catch the first swimming event of the evening. I feel bad, but we don’t have DVR and watching it on the computer just isn’t the same. I’ve been trying to avoid Facebook and Twitter so I don’t see spoilers. What’s the fun in watching a sporting event when you know the outcome? Am I alone? I hope not.
So far I’ve cried watching Missy Franklin on the podium — she seems like an oustanding young woman and this world needs more like her; I’ve slammed a pillow into the couch while Michael Phelps slammed his goggles and cap on the deck following his 2nd place finish in the 200 fly; I’ve sat in awe of the men’s synchronized divers; I’ve cursed the French after they got the ultimate revenge in the men’s 4×100 freestyle relay; I’ve yelled at a cameraman in Jordyn Wieber’s tearfully disappointed face after her third place finish in the women’s gymnastics (top two on the U.S. team made it to the individual all-around competition); I got chills watching McKayla Maroney slam dunk/stick her vault landing; I’ve laughed at the Today show team in jumpsuits learning how to racewalk; and I will continue to roll my eyes at Andrea Kramer’s painful poolside interviews.
Tonight is girls’ night at the house I’m staying at, and while I’m excited for the wine and co., I hope they don’t mind if I ditch the outdoor patio for the TV at 8 p.m. #GOTEAMUSA!