Empty Nest Advantages

Carter is gone one day and Russ and I are having a blast. I can only write this in the hopes that Carter is so busy with her new campers that she has no time to look at my blog. (Usually I assume she never looks at the blog, then I post a photo of her and she comments.)

This morning one of Russ’ friends and favorite clients, Gary, his girl friend Jamie and her kids came over for a very long breakfast. Since they had driven all the way from Wisconsin we were happy to have them come and spend lots of time with us. Hell, what else did we have to do? (Oh church. Sorry I haven’t been in a while. I’ve been busy. I’ll be back in the fall. Don’t worry, I still believe.)
As Russ and I were preparing food I had to keep sending Russ to the storage closet downstairs that is normally locked because it is where we store all the liquor. “Hey, we can leave that closet unlocked!” I told him. With no teenagers coming and going from our house we don’t have to “lock up the liquor for insurance purposes.” Not saying anything ever did happen, but just making sure nothing ever would.
After Gary and his gang left to go look at Duke, Russ and I each did our various exercises and then I decided that Shay needed a haircut. She had missed her regular grooming because of our last minute trip to D.C. a couple of weeks ago. Her hair was becoming a problem and since she could not get an appointment until August I thought it best to take off the long hair myself to prevent matting. This is something Carter would have thrown a fit over. She consider my dog grooming to be animal abuse. For the record Shay did not get hurt, cut or injured in anyway. It is just the kind of indignity one gets when they are four and their five year old brother decides he is interested in becoming a hairdresser and you are his first client. Cutting bangs are harder than it looks. It would have been better if your brother just admitted he was gay.
Finally in our last defiant act of our empty nest rebellion. We skipped lunch and ate dinner in bed. The good news is we still wore clothes all day. I promise the empty nest is still rated PG.