February 17th, 2009 by Kateastrophe

Our weekend was simply delicious. Friday night Matt told me for Valentine’s Day he wanted me to go pick out a new pair of shoes. I squealed delightfully and we headed out to the mall . . . where I could find NO SHOES. I’m not sure what happened or what is missing from my brain, but I couldn’t really find anything GREAT. And lately? If it’s not great I’m not having it. So, we decided to go upstairs to the clothes . . . specifically the part where there was 70% off of my favorite brand of clothes. (Please recall my last post for reference to how excited this makes me.) I proceeded to try on everything they had in my size and made out like a bandit. My husband was quite a trooper and actually liked everything I picked out (we have very different taste in women’s clothing, to say the least.) We then ate at Matt’s favorite fast food joint, Del Taco.

I’m going to go on a tangent for just a second here to state, for the record, that I don’t get the fascination with Del Taco. Matt could literally eat it every single day. I can’t figure it out. Wavy cut french fries and tacos? How do those two go together? Call me crazy but I’ll take Taco Bell any day of the week. Tangent ending now.

Saturday I got a mad cleaning bug and spent THREE HOURS cleaning out our closet and drawers and then deep cleaning (and I mean DEEP CLEANING) the bathroom. One of the things I loved about our master bathroom when we bought this house was the clear glass shower door. Thanks in part to the hardest water IN THE WORLD, it is now what I hate most about our house. You can’t just wipe it down. OH NO! You have to get out the bathroom cleaner to get off the soap scum. THEN you have to rinse that off with water. HARD WATER. Which you then have to squeegee off. And THEN you must clean the glass with Windex and THEN, as a precautionary measure, get out the Rain-X. IT TAKES FOR FRICKIN’ EVER. Needless to say just the shower takes a long time and I cleaned baseboards and grout and cupboards and all that crap. The bathroom has never been so clean and I have never been so sick of cleaning.

We spent Saturday evening on a sort of couples date with our friends JoAnne and James. We made restaurant style (read: BOILED IN BUTTER) filet mignon, mashed potatoes and corn and then finished off the meal with warm molten chocolate cakes topped with strawberries and whipped cream. DEEELISH. Matt and I then went home and were the boring old married couple who fell asleep watching old episodes of Bones. Don’t worry though, we’re going to go out this weekend to celebrate Valentine’s Day sans the crazy crowd and impossible to get reservations. I’m thinking seafood.

Sunday was spent doing the church thing and then attempting to deep clean the kitchen and family room, at which point my totally awesome vacuum decided to bite the dust (pun intended.) The “won’t ever lose suction” SOB decided to lose suction. We’re having a fight right now, Mr, Infinity and I. I’m going to win by taking him back to his home and exchanging him for a REAL vacuum, most likely named DYSON. That’s what I get for trying to save a little bit of cash. A won’t ever lose suction vacuum that LOSES SUCTION. Bastard.

Monday, at my husband’s request, we did MORE shopping at the outlets in Anthem where there was more 70% off of my favorite clothes. I restrained myself and only bought three things, but my are they glorious. We decided to end the weekend on a high note by seeing Slumdog Millionaire. There are few movies I would claim to be somewhat life changing for me and this, folks, is one of them. It deserves all the attention and awards it’s been receiving. My suggestion is to run, not walk, to see it.

That brings me to today. Sigh. There is nothing quite as lame as returning to work after a long, relaxing weekend full of quality spouse time and shopping. It becomes lame-ER when everyone you work with is in Florida working and you are stuck in the office making solicitation calls. THIS IS NOT WHAT I SIGNED UP FOR WHEN I SAID I WANTED A MARKETING CAREER, PEEPS. However, appointments at our show are good for the salespeople and what’s good for the salespeople is what’s good for me. Or so I’ve heard.

As you can see, I live a pretty boring existence. Would someone please tell me something amazingly fun you did over the weekend so I can live vicariously through you? That’d be great, kthxbai.