The weekend was nice and relaxing. Any weekend where we can stay in bed an extra hour or three and hang out in the living room playing WoW all afternoon is a good weekend in my book. We crawled out of bed at about 9am and drank coffee and played a bit of WoW, finally making it to level 37. I broke the 300 gold mark on my character, which makes me quite happy; I’m all set in 3 levels to buy my mount and then keep saving for gear, skills, and other assorted neccessities in the game. Like another pet slot so that I can tame a giraffe. I’m also in dire need of another bank slot because I’m a freaking pack rat with a bankful of things that I can’t use at all right now, but might be able to get use out of later. Another thing that I can’t wait to do is hit level 40 and do my crafting quest.

We went to the drive-in on Saturday night. We left the house and drove up to Cumberland to get big sandwiches, cash, and some snacks. We brought lawn chairs to sit in, but ended up just folding down the back seats of the truck and curling up in the back with pillows and a blanket. It was super comfy, which completely made up for the fact that Spiderman 3 bit the big one. It was way too long, drawn out, and I’m sorry, but I’d could have done without the wrestling with the personal demons thought the whole thing. None of the villains were very good, and the Gwen character was really, really pointless. And what Spiderman movie would be completely without Kirsten Dunst dangling from the air? They may as well just start titling the rest of the series Mary Jane vs. Gravity 4. The second half of the double feature was Ghostrider, which we left 45 minutes into because we’d seen it before, and it wasn’t much better on the big screen (we’d already seen a pirated copy on DVD).

Yesterday we went to Mom’s house. I had hot wings for lunch, read my book, and then picked up Eddie from work. We rented Deja Vu over there which was sooooo much better than everything else we’d seen over the weekend. Today we both worked, and we were both busy, so we’re eating sausage sandwiches for dinner and then going into the bedroom to watch TV for the rest of the night like the lazy slobs we are

Eddie and I are going to take advantage of the nice weather this week and going to the drive-in tomorrow night to catch a showing of Spiderman 3. The 2nd half of the double feature is Ghostrider, which we’ve already seen, so who knows if we’ll sit through it or leave after the first movie. I think it depends on the weather and how chilly it gets after dark. They’ve raised the prices at the drive-in this year, from $17 to $20, but I’ll gladly eat that $3 to be able to see a movie without having to deal with some families that drag 3 little kids and a crying baby to a late night showing of a new movie. It bites having to get there early in order to get a decent spot, but I’ll bring some yarn to crochet something or my book to read and we’ll be just fine. We’re going to bring our chairs and some good snacks and drinks to keep ourselves fed and avoid the costs of concession stand food.

Poor Nanny is starting to feel the effects of the chemo. She’s on a bit of an emotional rollercoaster from what I’ve heard, crying at the drop of a hat, and has been hit with the notorious chemo-induced nausea. She’s got no appetite. Add to the mix a nasty ongoing headache that she’s had in varying severities since before her diagnoses and you’ve got one miserable grandmother. Mom’s coworkers were talking about how Nanny should either talk to her doctor about prescribing her some Marinol or just buy her some pot (buying the pot is probably cheaper and easier, in my opinion).

Work has been incredibly slow this week. I’m not sure if it’s the fact that it’s been sunny and warm out that’s keeping folks out of the pharmacy, or if they all showed up after I skipped out on Sunday afternoon, but last night I got out an hour early, Angela took off about 2 hours earlier, and we were standing around doing nothing for the majority of the time we were there. It’s the beginning of the month; I find it very hard to believe that the hoardes of elderly don’t need their heart meds.