Isn't it funny how things never go quite as planned? I had my weekend all mapped out, with a list of things I wanted to accomplish and people we were going to see. Saturday was going to be laundry and groceries, then going out with some friends that evening. Then Sunday we were going to head off to church and run some errands, and then come home to make a pot of soup, finish a unit of the French course I'm taking, and make a batch of vanilla soap.
Well Saturday went largely according to plan. All the laundry got washed, dried and folded, this week's groceries got tucked into their respective places, and we had a wonderful time going out for supper with our friends H & B. We went to a restaurant called "Hoodoo McFiggin's" - which, in retrospect, should have been our first indicator that things were going to go awry. Very early on Sunday morning, we began to seriously regret our choice of restaurant. Apparently the ribs that both TC and I had initially enjoyed had been the residence of a considerable bacteria colony, which our tummies were less than thrilled to host and proceeded to rather violently evict. So there was no going to church or running errands on Sunday! The plan changed to simply laying around the house and recovering - or so we thought.
Unbeknownst to us, TC's aunt had arrived in town for a conference and wanted to get together with us Sunday afternoon, which was the only time during her conference that we were all available. Off we went to another restaurant - this time a well-established chain restaurant of good repute - where we gingerly ate lunch with Aunt B, who is one of our favourite people. We visited with her for the rest of the afternoon, which was great, but by the time we got home around suppertime we were both so incredibly wiped that absolutely nothing else got done.
So much for those well-laid plans! On the plus side, I now understand the game of football, which was a complete mystery to me until yesterday. TC, Cousin P and I watched the Superbowl, cheering for whichever team happened to be losing at the time. With the exception of the Hoodoo aftermath, it was an enjoyable weekend ;o)
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If it makes you feel better, Nick and I had our "weekend" today. We (I) had anticipated relaxing, laundry, cleaning up... the regular gettin'-back-on-track kind of chores. Benoit our rabbit got sick and we ended up spending the better part of the evening (and a lot more money than we'd hoped) helping him out at the vet.
He's better now, but there's no doubt about it, the best laid plans, often do go awry!!
I'm glad Benoit is better. How can you tell that a rabbit is sick?
All a bunny does all day is eat and poop. When Benoit stopped doing both we knew something was wrong. Plus, he just looked so pathetic... He was pretty well saying outloud that he had a tummy ache.
Sorry to hear that you got sick! No fun at all :( For future reference, yogurt is a non-drug remedy for stomach problems and feels pretty good going down (and up, if it comes to that). Love the blog!
~Ruth
Thanks Ruth! I'll have to remember that - I like yogurt much better than Pepto! :P
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