We have a charming, covered back patio that we don't enjoy enough. Despite the intolerable upper 90 degree weather, I took a gamble and hosted a patio party for some momma group friends. A storm happened to be brewing so we lucked out on cooler breezes that swayed my new paper lanterns to, fro, to, fro.
Some of us lingered over wine and turtle pie until 2am! I haven't stayed up that late since ye ole college days. It was refreshing to spend time with these enchanting women. And the food was amazing. I made 4 lbs of beef (which, consequently, was far too much).
humor me: Shawn took Wilder to grandma/grandpa's for the night, so, I got to sleep in this morning!! I anticipated reading and lazing around until they returned. However, I locked myself out of the house when letting Marley out to potty...
I was in a t-shirt and undies...so I couldn't ask the neighbors for help.
No phone. No food or water. Sweltering heat.
Fortunately the radio and fan from the party were still out, so I flipped those on and snuggled with Marley on a lawn chair til Shawn returned. I'll refrain from detailing my attempts to get past the patio door for fear that you'll conjure images that wouldn't honor the gracefulness and ability required to position one's partially-naked self on a wobbly chair whilst wielding (rather effortlessly), a screwdriver overhead.
Shawn returned within an hour. But still.
I was in my underwear!