It was one of those weekends. You know, those that were suppose to be wonderful yet it has left you with a little sour taste in the mouth? I spent a big part of Saturday cutting and pasting invites for my baby shower (that I like most of the other things in my life to Spouse’s irritation ended up arranging myself). The feat turned out to be quite enjoyable actually. That evening was of course the Currie Cup final (the rodent loves rugby!!!) and my favorite team won, at last!! But it felt wrong watching it without Spouse who had to work. I think he felt a little relieved to be working: It was the first final that he would have had to watch without his father, who was a massive rugby fanatic.

On Sunday we went to visit some friends. Spouse looked forward to it the whole week but ended up begging me for us to go home much earlier than planned. He and this friend (meet…Whitey) seemed to have a wordless falling out. Personally I think it’s because Whitey is a little jealous of Spouse who recently bought the Guitar Hero World Tour set for us.  Or maybe it’s because Whitey is a Metalicca fan and wanted to jam to their songs the whole time while Spouse (usually a country fan but who recently has warmed up towards classic rock a bit) insisted that we try the new GH title. Anyhoo, Whitey spent the rest of our visit looking like a snowball. I don’t think we’ll be going back for a visit anytime soon…which would be great as the road to their place is in an awful condition and nearly sent me into labor on more than one stage and literally gave Spouse nightmares last night. The only reason I wanted to go anyway was to hand out some invites, especially, a very special one.

I managed to reconnect with my best friend from high school a few weeks back and my baby shower seemed to be the perfect excuse to reunite. Unfortunately her boyfriend of the last 8 years still doesn’t like me, or actually he doesn’t like Spouse…sees him as unhealthy competition which is ironic as she (meet…Lucy) cheated on him with Hardy years back. It’s for that reason that Laurel can’t stand Lucy. (Even though Laurel and Hardy weren’t dating at the time) It’s for all of the above reason’s that Lucy and I haven’t spoken for almost four years. So I had to give her invite to her mother who works at a pub just outside of town, on our way Sun Village (where Whitey lives)… I’m crossing my fingers that Lucy would be able to come without me organizing her kidnapping.