The Last Off Day! Yay!

We have about a week left in Greenville. Sunday was my last day at work. They got me a cake. They don’t get anyone a cake! Mike told me to keep working through the last bit of our stay, and sure, maybe I could (should?)… but did I want to spend the last of our time in Greenville at work? Or did I want to spend it hanging out with my guy, watching baseball, hiking in the mountains I’m about to leave, lounging around…? Hmm, tough.

Yesterday we got our cars check-ups for the road trip ahead, went to lunch, he played basketball with his homies then we met up at the park across the street to play Frisbee. We were so sad when we pulled up and the fields we usually play on were closed. We could have hopped the fences, but there were signs and people everywhere, and we’re not that big of rebels. So we went to this other open space where we had to dodge dozens of 6 year old cheerleaders practicing their yells and pom-pom choreography.

He went barefoot and made fun of me looking very unathletic while trying to jump and catch the Frisbee. Where did my vertical go after years of volleyball?

We played until he yelled, “DIVE!!!” and I did. “You’re about to get real itchy,” he said. Sure enough, I felt like I had rug burn on my shoulders and grass sticking everywhere to my sweat. I couldn’t scratch out all the itchiness fast enough.

We went back to our apartment and as we walked up the stairs, he was saying, “I’m tiiiiired Sloanie. I’m thirrrrsty. I’m huuuungry.” As I pushed him up the stairs, I went through the steps we’d take to solve all of those issues. It’s amazing we can take care of each other.

Last night Mike had to do a fantasy football draft online. Had to. These are the things I heard for 2.5 hours: “Going once…” “Going twice…” “Sold!” over and over again. Plus all the dozens of phone calls coming in and going out. Then the occasional laughter from Mike, about his friends making fun of each other. He got in bed and said, “I am so happy.” Aww, Mike, how swe-- “I love my Fantasy team.” Oh…

By the way, we moved our bed into the living room. Our bedroom never seems to get enough cool air, but our living room does. One day Mike said, “Sloane, help me move the bed into the living room!” I said, “Okay! It’ll be like waking up to Christmas every morning!” We have a fireplace. And it’s colder. And don’t kids want to sleep there on Christmas Eve?! Made sense to me. We are still sleeping in here. Why change it now?

Today Mike went on his last road trip and I went back to sleep, ate some cake (I don’t even like cake) and watched a Pretty Little Liars marathon- finale tonight!

I guess I should start the pack-up process soon…

#greenville #home #outside