Geriatrics gone wild.

Geriatrics gone wild.

Usually on the weekends, Nick and I do pretty much nothing. We hang around home, we watch our beloved TV, and we clean, do laundry and nap. This weekend was far different though. Have we turned over a new leaf? Have we become a little less geriatric? I don’t know about that, but I can tell you that this weekend alone we participated in the following:

1. Went out, as in “no longer remained in our home,” with Nick’s coworkers. (Don't worry, I cut myself off after one water.)


2. Had a freelance meeting in a neighboring city (me) and stayed home to study for, and take, an accounting test (Nick, a.k.a. The Boring One).


3. Visited my family in said neighboring city.


4. Played patty-cake with my cute little niece, who now can clap her own hands, therefore making patty-cake much more exciting.


5. Went to a birthday party for one of my coworkers in some swanky lofts. (Feeling much more brazen than the night before, I cut myself off after one water and one sangria. I'm telling you, I am KRA-ZEE.)


6. Helped a friend move.


7. Spent some quality time in the hot tub, nursing slightly sore moving and baby-lifting muscles.


8. Went to a Super Bowl party.

Don't get too used to this new, outlandish lifestyle because unfortunately, I don't think we can keep up. We'll have to take next weekend off to rest our elderly 24- and 25-year-old selves.