I forgot to finish blogging about the end of our trip! Well, I didn't forget, I got pretty busy. So I ended on Friday, which was starting out to be pretty relaxing. We did end up going to the bar again, as usual, and met up with Bryce and Liz finally. On Saturday my mom and dad came up from Gillette for one last "goodbye", and we had a great dinner of steak, potatoes, fruit salad, and a whole bunch of other great stuff. We made a trip to the Crow Peak Brewery, where Dad and Aaron sampled their different types of beer, and Mom and I sat and played cribbage while they did so. After Mom and Dad left, we started getting stuff packed up, and went and had dinner with Henry at Applebee's for another last goodbye. Finished packing the car, and then we were outta Spearfish by 8am.
Odin did much better on the outside world when we stopped at rest areas, he wasn't nearly as terrified as he was the first time I let him out of the car at the rest area. Unless you count the time that Odin saw the Basset Hound bounding towards him at a rest area. "Don't worry, he lives with a cat!" the owner shouted over the wind. Yeah, but Odin has never been around another animal that is 10x his size. The cat puffed up to about three time his regular size, and we retreated to the car. We listened to the Twins game on the radio, and made it into Minneapolis around 7:30pm. Unpacked the car, Aaron made macaroni and cheese for dinner, as we had no food in the house except that, and I was in bed by 9:30. Exhausted.
Odin had done pretty well at Aaron's parents' house - got used to it after a few days, and was tearing around like his normal self eventually. He slept all through the night, at our feet on the bed, which he never does at home, and that was really nice. However, that behavior did not translate to apartment living once we got home. He was back to his antics of bringing toys up into the bed and flopping around on us, eating our hair, and making horrible noises at 4:30am after being locked out of the bedroom for the flopping episodes. Some things will never change.
Well, here it is, Thursday, and the apartment is still a disaster. Aaron brought home a bunch of camping stuff and some personal stuff from his parents' house, and I brought home one box of stuff from my parents' house. Most of that has yet to be unpacked or put away in the garage. Aaron brought some stuff home that he wants to try and sell, but he hasn't gotten around to that yet. We've both been pretty busy with work, coming home, cooking, cleaning, and going to bed. Thank goodness we have a three day weekend.
I was pretty swamped when I got to work on Monday, a lot of stuff I was hoping to have accomplished when I got back by my co-workers was not, so not only was it a Monday, it was month-end, and I was just coming back from being gone for a week. I did miss the 4-day deadline that we try to meet on a couple of items because of that, but my boss knows that it was an isolated incident, and wasn't too worried about it. Thank goodness, because they were mostly just tasks I could have cancelled and forgot to, due to the "running around like a chicken with its head cut off" all Monday.
We don't have any big plans for the holiday weekend. A friend of ours is in the hospital, he just had surgery today, so we might be able to go visit him, and another friend of ours had a baby about a month ago that we haven't met yet. This baby is the one I made the green baby blanket for a few months ago.
But for now, it is just nice to be at home for the evening, playing cheap-ass games, listening to music, and not doing a damn thing.