Last night, me and Nick marinated a whole cut up chicken in some home-made sauce and left it overnight. We got the barbeque grill out this afternoon (because the weather was gorgeous today) and grilled the chicken, along with some bratwurst. I am absolutely stuffed. Abby didn’t want to come outside and hang out with Nick and I, so I had to stay upstairs with her and keep running downstairs to the back to bring Nick stuff. I’d spend a couple of minutes with him, drink some PBR and then run back upstairs to keep my eye on Abby. Turns out my plan wasn’t as foolproof as I thought.
I was keeping my eye on the chicken while Nick started to run some of the stuff back up to the apartment, and he eventually comes back down stairs and proceeds to tell me that Abby was really naughty and couldn’t be bothered to get up to use the bathroom. So, I get back upstairs while Nick stays with the bbq and Abby is in her bedroom with a pull-up on and she’s been stripped out of her jeans and underwear. I take her shirt off, put her pj’s on and brush her teeth. Since she decided it would be a fun game to pee on the couch, I don’t read her a bedtime story and I tuck her into bed. After shutting the bedroom door and turning out the light, I take a towel to the couch and attempt to soak up some of the pee out of the couch cushions. Sigh. There’s still the towel laid on the couch so if anyone sits down, they won’t get a partially wet butt :p After two brats and a couple of pieces of chicken, I am absolutely stuffed.
I will not be working out tonight because I think it’s safe to say that I got enough of a workout just by going up and down the stairs and carrying stuff up and down from our apartment. Tony Horton and Chalene Johnson can wait 24 hours :p
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