Weekend Things

My idea of a perfect weekend includes friends, margaritas, Saturday morning runs, frolicking at the Farmers’ Market, breakfasting with my family, naps and pedicures.  Unfortunately every weekend doesn’t include all of those things.  Fortunately, this weekend included most of them.

This weekend looked a little something like this.

My mom has a lot of good stuff in her Kindle library.  It was hard to narrow it down, but I think I found my next read.

Mom, why do you own this??

We watched Joey’s dog Tonka this weekend.  I slept with one eye open, as I was sure he had been plotting my murder all week.

Saturday morning at the Farmers’ Market.  I couldn’t resist buying pattypans any longer.  If there was a competition for cutest produce, pattypans would win hands down.  Even that name is adorable.  Also, I bought half a dozen tamales for when I’m engulfed in Olympic trampolining and can’t be bothered to do things like make dinner.  Also, I will continue to pronounce tamales as “tame-els.”  I don’t know why.

We went to a wedding on Saturday.  When it comes to weddings, my only concern is whether or not it’s going to be open bar.

It was.  It was also open ice cream bar.  And there were smores.

Sunday included all of the things that make it my favorite day of the week.  Mom-made breakfast with my family.

 

Dachshund time.

And goofing around my sister.  I’m an Olympic piggy-backer.

We also watched this.  And then I imitated it for the rest of the day.

Now as the dread of Monday sets in,  I’m rounding out Sunday with yoga, a quiet dinner at home and some Michael Phelps special coverage.  Enjoy what’s left of your weekend, friends.

 

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