I’ve just been really busy. Two weekends ago, Bud and his fiancée came down. When asked what he wanted to do, the answer was, “We want to see battlefields.” (This would be Bud, who just got back from Iraq.)

I had already planned for Friday night- we went on a ghost tour and had dinner at the Capital Ale House . (Bud’s a beer guy; he brews his own.) The last time I did the ghost tour, it was quieter. It was October, so no open car windows and such. Still a good time.

Saturday, battlefields! We started out at the visitor center for Richmond National Battlefield, aka the Tredegar Iron Works. We took a tour there. Others on the tour included a woman wearing a knit jumpsuit, another woman who answered her cell phone in the middle of the tour, and a guy who kept asking questions that had nothing to do with the tour. Like, hey, I have a question. About the river. Well, it’s totally related, because the river is just over there. Also, we made fun of him for the rest of the weekend by asking each other random questions. (We shan’t talk about the other thing we laughed about all weekend.) We then went out to Gaines’s Mill, where they had reenactors, for it was the anniversary of the battle. One of the regiments was a Zouave unit. They were cool, even with the silly pants.

That night I went to the best, most awesome, most fun wedding ever. Seriously. Wish all weddings were like that.

Sunday was the Crater. Bud’s comment? “I thought it would be bigger.” The temptation to bust out with, “That’s what she said!” was very strong, but I fought it successfully. Well, until now.

Last weekend was also a busy one. Canada Day party on Thursday (y’all know Apple is Canadian, right?). Friday, Apple, Flanders, PB and I hit the golf course for the first round that Apple and I have ever played. It went OK. Except at the end, when we found out people we calling and complaining about how slow we were. Which embarrassed me, but also made me angry, because, hey, how nice to have come out of the womb being able to golf. We hung out at Apple’s pool that afternoon and then hit Nacho Mama’s for dinner and margaritas as big as your head. We were able to sit outside on the deck.

Saturday hung with Apple and MJ and watched fireworks from near Apple’s house.

Sunday, PB and I went and saw Transformers. I enjoyed it, but it is every bit as bad as they say it is. Then we hung out at his house watching Deadliest Catch. There was a marathon! We couldn’t not watch it.

And now there is work, with its composting craziness.