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Weekend Things

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Sometimes it takes a few days away from home to fully appreciate your bed, your kitchen and your routine.

Sometimes it takes a few weeks of hail, rain and snow to fully appreciate sunshine and warm temperatures (even if it’s only in the 50’s).

Sometimes it takes a wild and indulgent Grub Street Diet to fully appreciate your comparably uneventful and healthy* weekend.

*Not even trying to define the word “healthy,” but reading everything Alan Yang ate in a week definitely made me feel extremely virtuous.  But also jealous 🙂

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Staying in on Friday night to cook a BOMB dinner & watch a movie is my love language.

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Walked to Black Eye Coffee for avocado toast beauty & Memorial Day BBQ planning.

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Joey had been dying to get in the backyard and clean up the mess from the hail storm and would you look at that pile of twigs?!  That was just one of the THREE piles we cleaned up.  P.S. Our garden just keeps on keeping on!

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Post grocery store, fridge restock lunch.

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We popped over to an open house (it was a bust!) then made a stop at Whole Foods and get this, they don’t even sell cheap club soda there!  Luckily, we had some at home and Moscow Mules + shrimp tacos + Y Tu Mamá También are the makings of a perfect Saturday night.

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Ran 5 miles on Sunday morning and totally ran into the Colfax Marathon!  I knew it was happening that day, but hey, I just kind of figured they actually ran on Colfax?  Afterwards, I got us iced coffee and came home to waffles.  Never been happier ♥

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Prep a salad, eat a salad.

But seriously, this weekend was a good one 🙂

Wednesday Breakfast Date

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Good morning!  I’m soaring on a caffeine cloud, weeeeee!

And in case you don’t know what a “caffeine cloud” is, it’s that place where you woke up tired, then had an almond milk latte and end up having conversations about “doily buildings” and choreographing a car dance to “Can’t Get Enough of You Baby” with your husband.  It’s fun up here!

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I have a feeling I just lost 90% of my readership, but all caffeine craziness aside, breakfast this morning was at Black Eye Coffee Shop and can I just tell you how much I appreciate a coffee shop that not only makes amazing almond milk lattes but is also busting out their own food?  There is a serious baking/cooking situation going on in their kitchen.  It’s kind of incredible.  I ordered a veggie breakfast sandwich this morning and it was so crazy good.  Thank you, Black Eye, for having the common sense to season each and every ingredient on that plate.  Gah.

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I bought this on a whim last week because it was, as Joey says, “so me.”  List makers of the world unite!

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We went to my parents’ last night for a little St. Paddy’s Day dinner of corned beef and cabbage.  Because when your grandpa flies an Irish flag in his front yard and your mom grew up in the Irish Channel, you can’t let an Irish holiday go uncelebrated.  P.S. There were green velvet cupcakes for dessert.

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I just used a SEVEN YEAR OLD GIFT CARD to buy these earrings last week.  And now I am trying to come up with a viable explanation for having a seven year old gift card, but they all sound stupid, so I’ll just say don’t ask.

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Remember when I was bad-mouthing this book because it came from the Young Adult section and because that’s a quote by John Green (author of that horrible book I couldn’t even make it 10 pages into) at the top?  Yeah, I ended up loving it.  Like finished it last night and kinda want to read it again.  Like wouldn’t stop repeating the twist to Joey all day yesterday.  I’ve never been so blindsided by a book EVER.  But maybe I should save this topic for another post?

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HAPPY WEDNESDAY!

P.S. A “doily building” is obviously a building that has way too much decorative siding on it and comes off looking like a giant doily.  Joey and I like to pretend the people who live there don’t have apartment numbers, but doily numbers.  As in “555 Main Street, Doily #4.”  And there goes the other 10% of my readership.