mondays with barbasol

i did something.

i'll get to that.
i've decided now to revert to my old style and not capitalize the beginning of sentences. just take note of the periods. i hope they will suffice.

before i get to it, the thing that i've done, let me tell you about my week.

it has been a bit of time since i last wrote. i told you about applying for jobs and fixing the car(Frank, from here on out), and such. Frank is running like a dream. well, like a chevy dream. you know.

this weekend was the most amazing few days i have had in a good long while. i picked my wife up on saturday morning at 7:30AM, and we spent the entire day together. we were lazy, we went so many places, we watched tv. we did so much. you don't know how great a day it was. let me explain.

the normal day with Colleen is a weekday. she is released at 6pm and i meet her at 6:15 or so. we race to my home and spend some quality time, have some fast food dinner, and i take her back by 8:30. we take some time to lie in bed and pretend we aren't counting the minutes. but those few moments themselves are amazing anyway.

so a full day. over 12 hours, is a gift from the heavens.

we had a great time, saturday, driving into the actual heart of san antonio to find a chick fil-a. it wasn't there. fucking shitty gps. but on the way we noticed a thai place, so we went there. it was very decent.

so much else happened on saturday that i won't say because, come on, you blood suckers, some shit is just for us. big shit though. shit you wish you could know about. truly amazing stuff.

sunday, we prepared food. we did other stuff too, but all i can remember is being in the kitchen with my wife. she prepared guacamole and fruit salad as i chopped veggies and cooked meat for fajitas. i remember the preparation of food more than the meal. only with my wonderful wife, colleen, can the cooking be more satisfying than the eating.

and i think of the metaphor of the dance. the song. if the object was to get to the end, then the fastest player would be the winner. but the object of the song, the dance, is not to finish. it is the dance itself that is the point.

so yeah, i love my wife. she is a great dancer.

getting to the news. i did something.

i shaved. all of it. the soup strainer and all.