Weekend with the Beanster!!!

Well, it was quite the weekend, but it always is where the Beanster is concerned.  I absolutely adore my Niece (like you couldn’t tell…) and she absolutely adores me.  I pick her up and we head to the store to do some shopping.  You know my girl.  “What would you like for dinner?”  Reply…”Shrimp and Ribs”.  I had the ribs at the house, so we picked up shrimp, juice, fruit, dessert, pasta salad, green salad, etc.  Remember…I haven’t been shopping since before my vacation, so the larder is empty.

We get home and I make the marinade for the shrimp…olive oil, spices, garlic, etc.  My niece decides she likes the marinade so much, she wants to dip her Hawaiian bread in the leftover marinade for dinner.  We grill up the shrimp and have it with pasta salad.  We have cake for dessert. We cuddle up together and watch a movie and end the day. 

The next morning, what does she want for breakfast??? Make-your-own-baked-potato!  My girl is predictable.  I’m gonna have to expand her repertoire. We read (she has a book report due), we play hide-and-go-seek, we play dominoes, and we just have some serious one-on-one time.  I really needed it to ground me. That night, I BBQ ribs and we have a cobb salad to go with it. We played a new game called “Night at the Museum”…It’s one of those slumber party games little girls play. We had a good time laughing over that one. Turn on a movie and drop off to sleep.

At 11:15 I get a call from the ex. He had gone to a concert and sent a picture. He also sent a couple of texts before the call. I can see this is not good, but I know he means well. While we’re talking, my guy calls…talk about being popular at 11:15 p.m. So after I hang up with the ex (the call only last a couple of minutes), I call my guy and we end up talking for 2 hours. By the time I hang up the phone, I know where his head is at, and I know that we’re pretty much ok.

I head to bed after 1 a.m. and I’m dreaming that I’m choking and I can’t breathe. I want to purge whatever it is in my throat and airways but it won’t come up.  I wake up around 3 a.m. in a serious coughing jag and run to the bathroom to throw up (mainly just water).  After that, I’m funky the rest of the night and into the next day.  Poor Niece had to put up with an Auntie that wasn’t feeling very well. We still managed to make the best of it.  I love that girl more than life itself!