First day back in the real world, and I'm trying to refrain from stomping my foot and screaming, "I DON'T WANNA!" The weekend was great, other than being somewhat sickly on Sunday morning.
Evan surprised me Friday night and took me to a really nice restaurant where my sister is a server. The crab cake was phenomenal.... I don't think I'll ever be able to enter Red Lobster's doors again after having that....which probably isn't a bad thing. Seester gave us our Valentine card and a rubber chicken that squawks when twisted. Yes, you read that correctly. Apparently, she was under the impression that candy was inside of it...it possibly even came out of its bootay. When I tried taking off its hind quarters, however, there was a very high-pitched squawk. No candy a la rubber chicken.
Saturday we were hermits. We stayed in, watched movies, played with our furry children (our dogs Kelso and Jesse), and I tried to become Rachel Ray for the day. I baked strawberry cupcakes, brownies, Swedish spritz cookies, chocolate whoopie cakes, slow-cooked salmon with herbs, orange-glazed asparagus, and parmesan rice pilaf. Somehow, I pulled it off.
Now I'm stuck with all the extra baked goods, which is not good for me winning the contest. Hopefully my classmates will take them off my hands today.
Sunday I was a little sickly, so more movies and playing with the dogs and the NBA All Star game that was AMAZING. I wish I could watch games like that more often. Those guys are ridiculous...in a very good way.
So now, here I am, wanting to rewind and go back to the weekend where I was able to spoon my husband for almost 3 days.
Here's a tip to couples: go get the book The Five Languages of Love by Dr. Gary Chapman. It is SO helpful once you figure out each other's language. Seriously.
I think that has to be all for now. My brain is just not functioning quite yet, and I'm afraid I'm going to blabber on if I don't put a stop to it now.
Picture is of my furry children camping out on our bed. The big black one is Kelso, and the little one is Jesse. Technically, his name is Jesse James because that's the only way Evan would let me name him Jesse.
***Am I honestly seeing CNN analyze the Rihanna/Chris Brown debacle? Good Lord. Further confirmation to the soft news/hard news crap. Leave it to E, CNN.