Any Random Weekend

One of my favorite things about being a grown up is the weekend. Or rather, one of my favorite things about being a grown up without kids is the weekend.

We generally make no plans on the weekend. Sometimes we'll schedule a trip to Louisville to snuggle babies and eat yummy food made by my mom and dad, but usually we just let Saturday and Sunday take shape however they want. I'm always amazed at how easily they fill themselves up, and not just because we sleep until at least 10:30.

One Sunday we took a walk downtown and ended up stopping at the Kentucky to watch a movie. Another Saturday we ended up on a 25-mile bike ride along the Legacy Trail and back. And there was that one time we took an impromptu tour of thrift stores for no good reason. We never know what we're going to get into, and even if it's just our pajamas and schoolwork, it's always more relaxing since it's unplanned.

A few weeks ago, though, was the most random Saturday ever. Mack had a test to study for and I had my boot camp consultation, so I left the house, got Leigh, and went to the park for our evaluation.

Well, the trainer had the puke disease that I'd picked up one random Saturday at Bike Prom, so our morning plans were squashed. We had a chunk of nothing to do, and then Leigh said, "Batting cages."

We were off.

That is how random is done.