This might not be what mainstream society considers to be the "high life", but it is my "high life" and I wouldn't trade it for anything in the world.
This past weekend was the first weekend in 8 weeks that I haven't done any school work in any manner or sort. All that was on the agenda was uninterrupted family time. This is the scene that greeted me Saturday morning:
Apparently Andy ate pears for breakfast, then ran his hands through his hair. I'm not really sure what happened to Brian, but I doubt that he ate pears then ran his hands through his hair.
After cleaning up and making ourselves presentable we went to a new local farmer's market. It was almost a complete bust, and we were only there about 20 minutes, but we did get some yummy locally produced honey, pickles and apple butter. From there we went to lunch and then did some shopping. Later in the afternoon Andy hung out with Brian while I got a massage, then Andy hung out with me while Brian got one. We spent a quiet evening at home and it was truly delightful.
Again, the high life. And I love it.