On Friday night when I got off work, I met Husmann at IHOP for a very late dinner so we could see each other before she left for the weekend. We stayed for a couple of hours, talking and laughing and eating pancakes. It's always a good time at IHOP, especially in the middle of the night because, as everyone knows, that's when breakfast food is the best.
The next day I slept in longer than I would like to admit, but woke up to a text from KaCee saying Marcus was in town for a track meet. She picked me up and we stopped to get ridiculously large smoothies from Smoothie King that made us feel really healthy (even though I'm pretty sure 32oz. of smoothie cancels out the healthy aspect). We eventually found Marcus inside Tech's weird dome track thing and got to talk with him for a little while before he had to start warming up. He only had to vault, like, 13' 3" to make it to Nationals (which sounds pretty high to me, but apparently isn't), so he wasn't actually competing for very long. It was nice to see him though. It makes me happy that he thinks to call us when he's in town. After that KaCee and I called ahead to Texas Roadhouse and went to take pictures of geese while we waited because why not? It's what we do.
And today I went to lunch at Jason's Deli with Denny and D-Dad. While we were waiting for our food, D-Dad looked at me and said, "You look awful pretty today. You know, I would be really surprised if a guy didn't take you to be his girl." He's the sweetest.
Sometimes my grandparents are so cute I can't even stand it. They've been married for nearly sixty years and they still flirt with each other, and it is adorable. That's the goal, guys. Find someone you can see yourself flirting with sixty years later, and you'll be set.