When You Get An Awesome Text

When you get a text on Friday morning that says "Hey, what are you doing this weekend, we are coming to Cape Cod?!" from one of your favorite blog friends.....you leap out of bed and do the happy dance. 

Then, you text your mom and dad to see if said friend and brood can stay in their nicely finished basement for the weekend.

Then, you wish the day to go by quick so you can see your friend and her fantastic children first thing Saturday morning.

Then, you see them and hug and say that you have to go to a soccer game in the pouring (and I mean cats, dogs and maybe cows) rain while they go to lunch. When you finally catch up, you take them to the Fish Pier to show them the beauty of Cape Cod in the late afternoon. 

Then, you proceed to ask your ex-husband for lobsters and cook them yourself with the help of your parents and have somewhat of a crazy "dinner party" Saturday night.

You decide to go to Provincetown on Sunday to vicariously live through a tourist's eyes of Cape Cod. Of course you have to torture all the kids to take a picture at the "anchor" because every time you go to P-town you must do this with whomever is with you.

You of course take as many pics of the kid you have with you because you know she has to update her Facebook page.  Thankfully, she allows 2 of your friend's kids into the last picture.

Luckily, someone takes a pic of you and your friend so you can actually prove you were together! (Thanks B)

Then you proceed to cry your way to work on Monday morning while leaving your friend to her own devices because her town gets Jewish holidays off and yours does not.

Then you count down the days until August because "friend" and family have threatened to come back for 2 whole weeks!!!!

If you would like to see Liz's version of our weekend go here. Special thanks go out to Garth (not his real name) and my mom and dad :)

The Weekend Liz Came Up

Even though there had not been any snow, Liz had had a long winter in NJ. She needed a break and luckily I was the recipient of her 'vacation time'. She wanted to come to Cape Cod and hang out with me. I believe she said, "I am up for anything. I want to see what it would be like to live in the same town as you and what we would do if our kids grew up together." Ok, that meant a swim meet and Sunday dinner on Saturday, but she was game.

She arrived at my house and instead of letting her relax after her 6 1/2 hour drive, I let her use the bathroom and then whisked her to the beach.

It was beautiful out and the water was very calm. I explained to her that this would be the beach we would go to in the summer if she lived here.
In this picture she is trying to get that seagull to give her the starfish that it had in it's mouth. No, it did not work out.

I took her to my favorite bar where she got to experience a filthy Girlscout. Get your mind out of the gutter people, it's a tasty minty drink.

The next morning she was up early and raided the local Dunkin Donuts for her required caffeine fill. That is one of the problems of staying at my house, no caffeine other than chocolate.

One minute the sun was out , the next minute it was a blizzard. It crazy snowed for a few hours and of course I had to take her to the beach because she was taking a billion pictures of my backyard in the snow. Believe it or not, there is a beach and big ocean in this picture....

Later, I dragged her to B's swim meet where she got to meet my swim friends and watch hundreds of kids swim.....

When we got back from swimming, it was straight to my parents' house for Sunday Suppah, the Saturday version in honor of Liz. My niece and Liz fell into deep love.

Sunday we were up early having breakfast and then headed to Dennis, her family's stomping grounds when they come to the Cape. This is a picture of her favorite beach, but brrrrrr, it was freezing!!

All in all, Liz would make a great neighbor! Luckily I sent her home with the real estate section of a few papers.....