My Girlfriend Lives in Canada
May. 27th, 2008 06:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
So aparently my husband thinks I have issues because I can't stop singing "My Girlfriend Lives in Canada" from Avenue Q. I thank
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
So I was supposed to go camping this weekend in Idaho. Just outside Elk City, Idaho, to be exact but dear old hubby managed to catch some funky cold. And by funky cold I do not mean that he was technicolor puking and suffering from explosive diarrhea. All he had was a fever, and that was really only for a couple of hours. The only symptoms of him actually being sick were the fever (which I maintain was mostly non-existant) and fatigue. Other than that, he seemed okay.
Not a heckuvalot going on in my life. Hubby and I are planning a little shindig at our place. Nothing huge, of course, just bugers and hot dogs to go with various summer side dishes. We're thinking potluck, to keep it simple. We'll provide the main courses, while our friends can bring either a side dish or a dessert, or maybe even both if they feel so inclined. I am thinking, though, that we'll do two seperate shindigs, one wet and one dry. And for the wet party we'll even throw in use of our hide-a-bed, air matress and guest room if the few party guests we want at the wet party aren't sober enough to make it home. We'll even throw in breakfast. And Karaoke Revolution. And whatever anime we feel like watching. My husband can always go to the master bedroom and shut the door if we become too much.
Anyway, just rolling around some ideas. If anyone wants to sound off on them, go ahead. I don't mind. I'm all for input at this stage.
no subject
Date: 2008-05-29 05:46 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-06-02 08:29 am (UTC)Depends on when it is, Meg, but I'll try to make at least one of 'em.
no subject
Date: 2008-06-02 04:35 pm (UTC)Also, I'm offering up use of the guest room, air matress and hide-a-bed to those who think that they can't get home. I'd rather have everyone crash here rather than driving home drunk. My husband can suffer for a morning, besides I'm inclined to think that he feels the same way.