Today is day five of my self-imposed house arrest. My goal was to not leave the house for any reason this week, and with the exception of one trip to the mailbox, I achieved that goal.
No hair-dos, no make-up, no denim. Sweats only.
It's been a beautiful thing.
My hubby made it all possible by going to the grocery store three times, and Costco twice. He even made a special stop to pick up more glue sticks for me, so I could continue my crafting uninterrupted.
The man is a keeper, that's for sure.
The ankle bracelet is coming off tomorrow though. For good reason.
I'm going to the airport to pick up one of my sweet friends, and shortly after we get home, three more friends will pull into the driveway and that will be the official beginning of what has long been known as a blob.
It started out years ago as a blob day. When my kids were little, my girlfriends and I started weekly get togethers as a survival tactic. The pc term is probably something along the lines of a mental health day. The kids all played outside, and weren't allowed in unless they could show us blood. (Sounds heartless, I know, but our kids all turned out just fine and pretty tough as a result.) We rotated houses and all brought snacks and our current magazines and catalogs and did nothing but sit around and blob.
I can't remember who coined the name blob, but it's stuck for all these years.
On rare occasions, we were able to pull off blob weekend getaways and to this day, they are some of my best girlfriend memories of all time.
Now, of course, all our kids are grown and we can blob pretty much any time we want. But there is a whole new generation of up and coming blobbers in need of training.
Back in those glory blob days, I worked with my church youth group. My bff was the youth pastor's wife and a group of those high school girls became a huge part of our lives. Tomorrow's airport pick-up is one of those girls. She is now a mother of two....a rambunctious toddler and a two month old baby boy.
Girlfriend needs a blob weekend.
She's bringing the baby and I can't wait to get my hands on him when he wakes up each morning. As soon as he's fed, I will snatch him away and his mama can take her sweet time emerging from the guest room.
There will be five of us this weekend....three seasoned blobbing veterans, and two of the younger generation.
We'll teach them the rules.
Sweats or pajamas only.
Shower if you must, but don't even think about doing your hair or make-up.
Eat often, and nothing too healthy.
Watch at least three chick flicks a day.
Bribe teenage boys to go to the grocery store for you. (That option wasn't available to us back in the old days.)
I just realized the blob rules perfectly describe my everyday life.
My life is one big blob.
I have truly arrived.
And lo, the older women shall teach the younger in the ways that they shall go.