Short, but sweet

It is 11:00 and I am more then ready to retire for the day.

We started off our day with a nice trip to the gym where I met Super Mary for a nice workout. It is really great to workout with a friend. We are never at a loss of words when we are together. Afterward, we scooped up our kids to begin our hunt for any items relating to the Chinese New Year.

About once per month or so, Super Mary and her super hubby and super son get together with my little family and we have a "Schmorg". This is a special dinner named after a large meal that we once had at college together. UMD affectionatly called it a "schmorgasboard", and we felt the tradition should live on. We also add a theme to our schmorg. The one this evening was celebrating the Chinese New Year. The food was being ordered, but who can have a party (a real party, not a stuffy party that you are trying to impress everyone) without proper accessories?

We trompsed the kids through 3 or 4 different stores - I lost count and does it really matter? It was a lot of fucking stores with 3 anxious little kids and a lack of Chinese paraphanalia. We finally found the items that would satisfy our quota.

Later in the evening Super Mary and her entourage showed up. Mary and I displayed the decor and the guys went out to get the food and special beer. We had great food, good drink, awesome conversation and an all around wonderful time! It was a great night, with terrific friends that are like family - well, we do consider them family.

It is late and we are all ready for bed. When you see the little ones looking so sweet and content it is easy to forget about the 1/2 gallon of milk that they spilled all over the floor, the four different outfits tht were worn, the "shut up" that was spewed, the peices from three different games that were thrown all over, the "you make me so, so angry" that was yelled at you more then twice in one day . . . . . The words change, but the meaning never does - I love you, babe.