Yesterday, I woke up too early. Showered anyway, drank some tea on my way to the airport, then proceeded to be scanned and searched in the security line. Not in the bad way. Just in the regular slow-as-shit way. Made my way to the gate. Called Dad. Called Jen. Heard the "Rocky" theme song.
What?! Rocky?! Where's that guy from the office who has that as his cell phone ring? Oh, not him. But man.... that was funny.... Snapped me back to reality for a moment.
Got on the plane next to a bunch of loud-mouthed people. It's the morning. Shut the fuck up. Super easy flight, I read my Rolling Stone the whole way. Should have put my iPod on, but didn't think to do that. Landed in Portland. Walked outside and waited for Jen. And waited. She called...
What are you wearing? A purple scarf. Are you standing behind a pole? No. Wait, I'm downstairs, are you upstairs? Oops. Situation was remedied and I hopped in. Hungry. We stopped at a McDonald's. I know - sacrilege! - but I was hungry and we had a kid in the backseat that needed to get home for his own lunch. Came to Jen's. I ate my burger and fries as Gavin ate his summer squash followed by apple-blueberry.
Then it was naptime. Jen and I stayed awake and discussed various comical stories that have happened to us recently. Then he woke up. Playtime.
And before anyone starts to wonder - yes, I played with Gavin. I was making faces, tickling his stomach, etc. Try to imagine me doing this, because there will be no hard evidence in the form of a photo. It was fun until he started with his "motorboat". A combination of spitting and making fart noises with the mouth.... You know, the whole sticking your tongue out and letting air pass through in an undignified manner thing. I wasn't down with that. Babies are gross. End of story.
Went to pick up Chris at work. Came back and made a grocery list. I plan to cook on Thursday, so we needed supplies for that. Plus, the general weekly shop. Came back, ate. Gavin had his dinner, then a bath, then bedtime. We stayed up and watched old episodes of "Dirty Jobs". Jen and Chris went to bed. I stayed up and watched the "Bachelorette" finale. OMG! Soap opera anyone? It's completely fake!!!
I passed out listening to "The Cardigans" and reading the remainder of my Rolling Stone.
Now, it's Tuesday. Update tomorrow. :)