I'm exhausted and cooking up a storm. This weekend did not go as it should have and that's probably a good thing. I committed to a friend to help her with her MS Walk Team this weekend, and then H's goddaughter announced this was her graduation weekend. I thought I'd see her at her wedding this August and I was already committed to be the MS Team decorator, so I passed. H was not happy, but he made plans to go on his own and then hinted endlessly that I should break my commitment here. Since I'm counting on this friend to help me with the Sjogren's Walk, I thought that would be pretty crummy so I didn't give into his sullen hints. Good thing too, because it would be awkward sitting on a plane next to him given that I just dropped the D bomb. (How I hate that he always makes me sit next to him on planes even if it means I have a crummy seat. He needs the aisle, I want the window, so he always books me in the middle seat so that I'm right next to him. As if we can't get to the same destination sitting separately in perfect comfort. And he gets mad if I suggest that. He puts on his headset and watches tv the whole time anyway, so there's no reason why I ought to be wrestling for an armrest with the person whose window seat I envy.) I've digressed.
Anyway, since I'm in town for the MS Walk and it's done in the morning, I decided to throw a Kentucky Derby Party, which I've wanted to do forever. I'm making fried chicken some side dishes and of course mint juleps. I'm pretty beat, but I'm having fun.
