Hot Tubs are Good

Today I successfully shipped the USPS package I failed at yesterday, and I went out to lunch first with my husband and then with my daughter: I was having lunch with Dave when Jessie texted me to see if I had shipped my package and might be interested in having lunch with her in conjunction with shipping it. I didn't have the heart to tell her no so after Dave and I were done, I picked her up from school and we went through the Wendy's drive-through (which is coincidentally right across the street from the post office).

Today was a much calmer day--and I DID get some housework done: I vacuumed and mopped the floors. I also got the first nibbles from the parents of prospective emerging artists after putting out a Call for Young Artists on Next Door.

The afternoon ended with creating the back of the postcard for A Fair of the Art--Meredith, our wonderful graphic designer-parent did the front--and getting the postcard in for printing and delivery Thursday. Zaga came over for dinner (Dave made adobo chicken, yum) and then she and I sat in their hot tub drinking wine and talking for a couple of hours. A hot tub is a wonderful, marvelous thing, and I am wondering why we don't have one. We might need to work on that. We're at the point now in our marriage that we could easily buy a hot tub as our anniversary and Christmas gifts to ourselves. Maybe next year.

Now some more spouse time and off to, you guessed it, bed!