The Labor Day weekend was pretty good. I did some organizing of paperwork, which is a nice, relaxing anal-retentive task. Scott and Sam think I am nuts for finding that relaxing.

We spent a lot of time outside this weekend. The weather was great and the pool was nice. I don't have a bandage to worry about anymore, so took advantage of the pool. We had a water balloon fight at one point. Scott accidentally hit me in the hand, which ended my participation. Stung like hell and I had a puss about it. *laughs* He was aiming for my balls, though, so I suppose I am glad he got my hand instead. Instinctive reaction when seeing a water balloon heading for your balls: cover with your hands. Ouch. But I survived, though my hand did hurt for a while. But part of that is from the lifting of files and folders, too.

We played cards and board games a lot. *laughs* I beat Sam 3 out of 4 times at chess. Now...you may be thinking 'so what? he's 12' but he is in the chess club at school and has beaten the teacher. I am a mediocre player at best. I just know his style and can take advantage of his tendency to focus on one piece or one area of the board. Got his queen twice. *scowls* He got mine in 3 moves in the game I lost. We also played Chinese Checkers. Now...that is a game I have played maybe once or twice in my life. Turns out Sam and Scott are experts at it, the bastards. So the first game we played Sam killed me. I don't mind losing but all through the game he kept making a point of telling me how much I sucked. He is hell to play with when he gets like that. So i told him I wasn't going to EVER play it with him again. Of course, a few hours later I challenged him to another game. I beat him. Yes, I am a quick study. BUT, what I did--that he didn't catch on to--was to copy his moves as long as I could. *laughs* Actually, until I screwed up. But I did manage to beat him. *pats self on back*

The highlight of the day, though, was about 11 pm when Sam was being a pain in the ass. I sent him into the living room for some stupid made up reason and whispered to Scott to get me a water balloon. I had to send Sam back into the living room a couple of times--I'm good at finding annoying little 'chores' for him to do. During this time, Scott filled a water balloon and snuck it to me. I held it in my lap under the dining room table. When Sam came back into the dining room I pointed to the window and said, "Is something out there?" He looked and I said, "Do you see it, moving by the trees?" Sam watches a lot of horror movies and has an active imagination. So while he was looking intently out the window, I threw the water balloon at him and it hit him in the back of the neck. *laughs* He was NOT expecting that. Most of the water went out the window. No big mess. But even if there had been, it would have been worth it.

So, all in all, a good weekend. Sam and I are going to patch the concrete in the driveway tomorrow. I had him removing the broken bits with a hammer and a screwdriver today. He loved doing that. Nothing like giving a 12 year old a hammer and screwdriver and saying, "pound away." He has kept all the pieces and has hidden them in his 'secret place.' He THINKS it is secret, but I found it ages ago. Whenever something is missing, it's the first place I look. So tomorrow we play with concrete. Should be fun.