The week was full with bid deadlines, meetings, and new project interviews. On Monday, I inspected a really cool 10 story brick building built in the 1930’s. I spent Friday afternoon on the roof of a 4 story building in downtown Phoenix. As I left the job at 4:00 PM I passed a Mexican restaurant and thought…wow a margarita sure sounds good.  A call to the Pretend Farmer (PF), aka Lauren, to see if she was game and we made plans to hit a local restaurant.

Of course I still had to pick up Alfalfa, Bermuda grass, and chicken and duck food on the way home (a pretend farmer’s work is truly never done).

We escaped the home compound without much difficulty and started to loosen up.  A large pitcher of margaritas expedited our loosening process.  Nachos were in order and they disappeared quickly as we caught up on things that matter (to us anyway).

I was so focused on the PF that I did not even look around the restaurant for a good 15 minutes. When I finally did look around I had to keep from laughing out loud at the typical North Scottsdale, AZ fake boobed, botoxed, bleached blondes.  On the other side of the bar sat a woman with her boyfriend that was a good 15 years younger than she was.  To top it off she was wearing a leopard print top.  Can you say cougar? Sorry…that sounded a little snarky.

We headed home and found the 4 year old was in his room sound asleep.  The teenagers were playing games on their computers. 

As I got ready to turn in I thought “We may actually get to break the new bed in properly”

Life is good.