the Browns

I had to post a picture from last weekend, since, well, nothing's happened this week.

Greta's been sick since Monday, which is a sad thing. She's definitely getting better, but we also definitely haven't accomplished much this week (unless you count the number of times we watched Pocahontas or Pocahontas II or the discovery of the new hits Pet Party and Puppy Party).

I did, however, manage to get good and hit on by a black man at least 40 years my senior the other day. The conversation went something like this:

"So.... are you married? A girl like you's gotta be married."

"Yes, actually, I am married!"

five minutes later

"So.... are you married for real?"

"Uh, yep. We've been married just about 4 years!" I scramble to look busy with Greta, try not to make eye contact, try to ignore him as much as possible.
"Well, do you love your husband?"
I decided it was a good idea to answer this question. "I do love my husband. We're really happy."

"But does he give you everything you want AND what you need?"

"You know what, he does. I'm really happy with him."

By this point, I'm blushing pretty badly, which never helps anything.

He turns in again, "Do you want to know a secret of mine?"
"This really isn't a good place for secrets."
I then really hustled to ignore him and play with my baby. I'm not sure what exactly he was saying, and I also know I tried very hard not to know what he was saying.

Luckily, another man interrupted and let him know it was his turn at the next window.

So. There you have it. I've clearly still got game.

And though we canceled our Galveston beach plans for the weekend since Greta's still a little too under the weather, we're going to try and get our act together for something this weekend.

Have a good one yourself!