Steve's Week of Freedom

Well, after a over a week of the crazy 'bachelor' lifestyle, it's time to settle back down into married life. But before I go to pick Amie up at the airport tomorrow, I thought I'd use the blog as a forum for reminiscing about the last nine CRAZY days. The first thing I did was start growing a beard. Just like in the playoffs, it's very bad luck to shave when you are on a freedom week. Check it out . . . not too bad for a little white guy. Second on the list was my double-date (or maybe I should say simultaneous date) with the couch and the TV. The three of us were joined later on (and by later on, I mean a day or two later) by some pizza and beer (see photo 2).

All of that left me quite tired so I decided to get out and get some fresh air . . . but since the wind was blowing snow outside so hard that it looked like Everest during the 1996 disaster, I decided to stay in. So, I felt it was time to have some friends come over. It was Wednesday night, a good night for some cards: I invited the girls from Condo #403 to come down to play some poker (the 'strip' variety, of course (see photo 3). We had fun but the girls wouldn't put-out even after they split the 40 of rum I had bought for exactly that purpose. I think the pictures of Amie and I all over the house might have made them slightly uncomfortable (next time I'll get some brunettes, they have less developed morals).

My bender was over and so was the storm, so I thought I'd go out and do what all men do when they are left to their own devices . . . visit the pet store to look at puppies!!! Amie NEVER lets me go to the pet store. I'm always like, 'Amie, come on, let's just go look . . . we don't have to get one.' Secretly I'm hoping that one day we'll meet a really cute one that she can't say 'no' to. Anyway, this guy (see photo 4) was the cutest little puppy you ever did see, with a little wet nose and a perpetually wagging tail. Can we bring him home honey, PLEASE??? Finally, by the time Sunday rolled around (that's today) I only had one more day of freedom. Instead of going down to church, like I usually do on the Sabbath, I stayed home and did some much needed studying. I have a huge amount of reading to do, and in the name of the 'go-getter' attitude I've always possessed, I started with the most difficult book first (see photo 5). Anyway, that was my week. Boy am I glad that Amie's coming home tomorrow. Life's pretty boring without her!