It's the weekend and it's suppose to be nice out the next few days. Thursday was our oldest granddaughter's birthday and she came over for dinner with her Mom, brother two babies and boyfriend. I cooked dinner, some of her favorite stuff and she loved it! Holly brought her the cake and ice cream. They were here for a few hours so we had a nice visit. Her little's are getting more and more use to the dogs each time they come over, so that's a good thing because Steve don't have much patience when they cry and get scared with those three very large dogs coming at them.
I have a long list of things I want to get done over the warm weekend. I wish we could go for a ride to the mountains and have a picnic. Or go shooting outside if it's warm enough but, it's so hard to get Steve to do anything. He has to be in an extra good mood. It's tough, he is not one to plan anything very often. He'll talk about things but that's it. It's always bothered me that if he wants or needs something he'll go right out and get it but, he'll never say to himself, let me bring home a pizza, dinner, or lunch, after all she cooks every day of her life with very little breaks. If I want a pizza in front of the fire I would have to make it. There are so many little things that I love and that easily pleases me.
I really want this spring and summer to be different. We've been here almost five years and we never went fishing, camping, to the movies or out for a real dinner. I hate that I might die and all the memories he'll have is me cooking and cleaning, or nagging at him.
I love you Steve, I still wouldn't trade you for anything.
I have a long list of things I want to get done over the warm weekend. I wish we could go for a ride to the mountains and have a picnic. Or go shooting outside if it's warm enough but, it's so hard to get Steve to do anything. He has to be in an extra good mood. It's tough, he is not one to plan anything very often. He'll talk about things but that's it. It's always bothered me that if he wants or needs something he'll go right out and get it but, he'll never say to himself, let me bring home a pizza, dinner, or lunch, after all she cooks every day of her life with very little breaks. If I want a pizza in front of the fire I would have to make it. There are so many little things that I love and that easily pleases me.
I really want this spring and summer to be different. We've been here almost five years and we never went fishing, camping, to the movies or out for a real dinner. I hate that I might die and all the memories he'll have is me cooking and cleaning, or nagging at him.
I love you Steve, I still wouldn't trade you for anything.
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