40/90, a weekend to recover

My sister and I decided to come back to Muncie for the weekend of my Spring Break. I made a mental list of all the things I need to finish before I graduate. Then I mentally chewed it up and swallowed it. Then I choked on it slightly, had a panic attack and decided to ignore it all anyway.

I have not done homework since Thursday. I did find out about the details for my wedding invitations. (I then found two type-o's. Embarrassing.) I did hang out with my mom and watch Sabrina. I did eat nearly have a tub of caramel icing.

I thought of coming back to my house to work on things, on the last break before I am supposed to graduate, to spend three days alone in my house. I cried silently for a moment, missed my fiancé, missed the family that was sitting around me and had my mind completely made up.

So, Chloe and I ignored what I should be doing and settled into a weekend of baking, eating and watching Katherine Hepburn movies.

Task #1: Coffee Fudge Crinkles, the first cookie that turned out perfectly in my crap oven. The first few spoonfuls that we rolled in granulated sugar looked like lumps of poop. Then we got smart and rolled them in our hands. The result: perfectly soft, spongy, caffeinated cocoa. We were pretty excited.

So then we watched Bringing Up Baby, decided that we needed a pet lion and Cary Grant to make our life complete, did cucumber facials and pedicures and ate cookies until we fell asleep. Well, we fell asleep after dragging our futon mattress upstairs.

Aaw, look. We're glowing. It may be the facials. It may be the sweat from dragging the mattress up the stairs.

See me in the back? I'm doing dishes, preparing for our leisurely weekend and prepping ingredients for our cornbread breakfast. Chloe slacks off, takes a shower and then "tries to get out of the program." There are several pictures like this.

I need more weekends with her, hiding upstairs and focusing on nothing but family.