I had so much fun with Amy this weekend. She and the kids arrived Thursday afternoon and we threw everyone in the pool to wear them out and that didn’t seem to work because there’s some sort of hyperactive force field that goes into effect whenever our respective broods are together and there was lots of activity and refereeing that had to happen but somehow amongst the commotion we managed to cobble together important conversations about makeup, recipes, and our complete and utter lack of a fitness program.
The exercise conversation was laughable considering we had it over an open bag of tortilla chips and cheese dip.
On Friday we had a very fun lunch where I had the chance to introduce Amy to my Raleigh friends. I knew that I wanted to keep things simple so that we’d have a chance to sit and visit so I served chicken salad on croissants, fruit, and sliced tomatoes and mozzarella.
And I completely forgot until that morning that Kellie doesn’t do mayonnaise.
So I called her and said, “I forgot you don’t do mayo and I’m serving chicken salad!”
And she said, “I’m putting on my big girl britches. I can eat it.”
And then I made the mistake of saying that it was the best gas station chicken salad in town and that she would not regret her decision and I could tell from the very long pause that it might not have been the right thing to say.
It really was good, I promise.
And not at all loaded with petrochemicals.
Amy had to leave on Saturday and while I was very sad to see her go, she left behind a reminder of her visit that makes me smile every time I see it.
Yes, that orange thing would be a Nerf dart stuck in the living room chandelier.
And you don’t even want to know how many kids we almost lost over the edge of the balcony trying to get it down.
Have a nice day.