This weekend, Hubby and I took a Sunday drive. To Dubuque, Iowa. On the motorcycle. (while the little clowns played all day with their cousin, Emmy.)
It was a truly lovely day weather-wise. Simply beautiful. Sunny, just warm enough, and very little humidity. Hubby and I went riding with friends of ours who are buying a home in Dubuque. They wanted to show it to us.
The ride to Dubuque is about three hours from where we live. I've discovered my back and butt do well for about 2-1/2 hours on the motorcycle -- that last hour is me thinking "ow ow ow" with every bigger bump in the road. (That never happened 20 years ago. Guess I'm not as young as I used to be, eh?) I'm aware the minor aches and pains are part of the deal when I get on the motorcycle, and I don't mind. I enjoy spending the time with Hubby. Besides, the aches and pains also make getting OFF the motorcycle all that much sweeter.
We had a lovely day... a nice, long ride through some quaint small towns, older cities and farm country with some beautiful weather and good company.
We ate at Breitbach's, saw the house our friends are buying, admired the view of the "most scenic view of the Mississippi River" (see the picture? It doesn't do the view justice), did a bit of gambling (we won $150, thankyouverymuch)and hopped back on the motorcycles for the ride home.
Despite the fun we were having just being ourselves, I began missing the kids in the afternoon, and was glad when we were on our way back home.
This morning, I'm feeling old (aches and pains, remember?) and did my best to pick a professional outfit that didn't require more out of me than I was willing to give. You know, something that looks nice, and only whispers "it was either this or my pajamas today".
Oh, and as a side bonus, my face got a little color yesterday. The new color being dark pink -- but only on my nose, cheeks and forehead. My skin in not so happy with me today. On the up side, my teeth suddenly look WAY whiter.