Catch Up!!

Well, hey there!! Good of you to join me. I thought I'd give you all a little photo glimpse of last week.  You in? Great. There will be words as well. Have you met me? Please. There have to be words as well.

So, last Monday, the greatest thing about January happened: The Bachelor officially started for the season. Ben F., a bunch of ladies "in it for the right reasons" (meaning? I have deduced this means they want to be reality celebrities. But maybe it means they want love??) and one Chris Harrison began a journey that is sure to end in love. And heartache. A group of us watch every week. It gives us a great reason to eat great foods, enjoy cheap champagne, giggle like schoolgirls, and (of course) watch The Bachelor. This season, we've been playing Bingo for door prizes. The spaces are filled with things you might see like Chris Harrison, girl with sequined dress, or someone playing the piano. They are also filled with things you might hear like a snarky comment, the word "journey" or the phrase "my heart is out there." Here is my Bingo card from last week. Sadly, I did not win the glow-in-the-dark wand. There's always next time, right?

On Tuesday, E and I did something we haven't done in three years--we went to a Mizzou basketball game. This may confuse you if you have been reading for a while. True, we love Mizzou sports.

But when I say "Mizzou sports" I actually just mean "Mizzou football."

You see, basketball is during the week. There are way more games. And let's be honest, Mizzou has had its ups and downs in the past, um, 10 years. But this year, to everyone's surprise, we're up! So we went to watch them lay the smack down on Oklahoma. And boy did they!!

We managed to get cheap seats for $10 a pop. I was pretty pleased with that. Plus, basketball gives plenty of opportunities for in-your-seat dancing. I am all about in your seat dancing. And the best part of the whole thing was our continued undefeated streak.

Which lasted until Saturday.

But in my defense, I wasn't in Manhattan on Saturday so you can't really blame me for that. Or maybe you can. Either way, please blame our field goal percentages. Yikes. (I say that and I haven't really looked to see what our FGP was. I am assuming it wasn't good. I watched the game. It has to be not good).

And so...here is the view from the cheap seats last Tuesday

The rest of the week was pretty chill. I would give you the specifics but that's the problem with not blogging for several days. I do not remember said specifics. I do remember there was a lot of reading Steig Larsson. And a lot of cuddling. The puppies loved it. Oh yeah, and I cuddled Eric too.

And then, this weekend, we caught up with a good friend on Friday. Normally our bed time is about 8:30. I am not kidding. I blame this on the fact that we are usually perusing the streets of our town, looking like burglars in the dark at about 5:15 am.  OK, we are running. But I tend to think when it's cold, everyone outside looks like a burglar. I mean, you have to cover almost every square inch of your skin. I have gone way off track.  Moving forward...because of our lovely meeting with my friend Jen, we got to sleep on Friday night at about 1am. 

Which is later than New Year's.

Which explains why I didn't emerge from the sleeping cave until 11:30.

It doesn't explain that? Well, then, I don't care. I woke at 10:30, read for an hour in our room, and then was treated to blueberry pancakes by the man. He's pretty rocking, you know? Waking up with the dogs and letting me sleep and then making me breakfast?! People, I lucked out.

I would love to tell you the rest of my Saturday got a lot more productive. Alas, it did not. I spent the afternoon assisting in the purchasing of Bachelor Bingo door prizes. And then the evening? It has a whole lot of Rigo like this:

And a whole lot of me like this:

Someone had to finish the leftover from New Year's and "The Girl Who Kicked the Hornet's Nest." I was happy to make both of those things happen.

Til I got to the end and realized I would need to immediately read the final book.

Guess what I'm doing this week...