So my parents whisked in this morning after they went to mass, said hello, and then asked Zander, “We’re going to Denver to see your cousin Anderson, want to come?”   
“Oh, yeah, I want to come!” replies Zander.     

So an hour later, they are strapped into carseats in my parents Cherokee, headed to Denver with them.  Zevan, too!  “Bye, mama” he says to me 

We’ll be back before dark, my mom cheerfully tells me.  And off they go!

Doug and I are like, wow, what just happened?!  After, I do a quick and dirty kitchen clean up, we decide to try and do some painting that we need to get done for the comic store.  With my dad’s brand new paint sprayer.  Did I mention that neither of us have used a paint sprayer before?  And its REALLY hot outside.  Recipe for disaster, right?   

We have to paint these slatwall pieces that are going to hang on the walls at the store.  Some will be lavender, some will be dark teal, to match our existing color scheme.  My dad cut them to size for us. 

I have this daydream that he will be paintspraying one color, while I am rolling the other color.  Yeah right.  First I take a trip to Ace to pick up paint trays and drop cloths while Doug assembles the paint sprayer.  I pick up some Frappucinos for us, too.   

The whole time was trial and error.  We would try one thing, make a mess, decide to use the sprayer one more time and then switch to painting with rollers.  In the end, we painted all the pieces we needed to spray with the sprayer.  Well, Doug did the spraying.  I did touch ups and fixes.

And we didn’t fight.  Not once.  Even though Doug hit his head twice on my bike that was hanging up before we took it down.     I think that’s pretty cool. 

Now Doug’s at the store, and I treated myself to a nice late Yakitori/Tatsuta lunch while watching Kathy Griffin: My Life on the D List.  Time for a long shower in quiet peace. 

We’re going out to dinner tonight with a friend of mine who I haven’t seen in 15 years from my active duty Air Force days in Grand Forks, ND.  He and his family is in town on vacation.  He’s a police officer now, which is kind of ironic (long story).   

Oh, and we used to date.