I always look forward to going to the lake on the weekend. Besides maxing in the quietude of the cabin, it’s about spending time with my husband and kids. The internet connection is spotty at best; and the rocket stick can only save me so much. The absence of Wi-Fi is both a blessing and a curse but I ain’t mad. It’s great for the kids to discover the outdoors again.
This weekend marks the start of husband’s three-week vacation. Oy. I’m dying of jealousy here. But it’s all right. I’ve got a week left of work then I’m also on vacay for two weeks.
What have we got planned?
Well, we’re off to Oklahoma to see Kings of Leon. If you’ve been following me on Twitter and Instagram, you’d surely know how nutty I am about this band. I listen to them every day – in the car, at work, at home. I live and breathe Kings of Leon.
My husband – the best enabler of them all – knows the extent of my obsession with this band. From time to time, he’d go on their website to check when and where they’re touring so when he saw this benefit concert, he booked it right away. I tell ya, words couldn’t even begin to express how crazy-stupid I got when he broke the news to me.
Anyway. I’m rambling.
Boy, last night, I couldn’t string two words together. Now, I’m all chatty-Nancy.
Back to the title of this post, I had planned on doing a book haul post but I didn’t want to have to bring them to the cottage. I’ll probably do it next week. This weekend, I brought four books with me. I don’t know why I do it. It’s not so much as the sure knowledge that I’m going to be able to read the books it’s more like, I wanted to have choices if one or two or three of these books were duds.