Some Things Just Aren't Meant to Be

Last week marks the third week we didn't go geocaching. We didn't even try actually. The first week, the reference desk was closed. The next week, we checked out the unit early but at the last minute our friends who we were going to go with called and said one of them wasn't feeling well enough to go running all over town; we did dinner and a board game with them instead.

That was fun and probably honestly my favorite dates involve making dinner and playing board games (especially in NOT my own kitchen =P). I guess everyone has their personal fall back date and even though it might get routine, it works for them. And I guess at least this is one I can keep up relatively well even after the baby comes, so that's good. :)

The night after our date with our friends, I managed probably the most graceful event of my life. I fell off the bed and dislocated my toe. It was actually so comical at the time that I actually look back on the event fondly. =P

I had it taped all last week and it's mostly better, but I can't wear anything but flip flops and because I'm pregnant and prone to swelling, I can't manage on my feet for extended periods of time. So, we didn't even bother putting geocaching on the calendar.

If anyone else tries geocaching, let me know how it goes. In the meantime, does anyone else have any fall back dates that they always seem to end up doing?