Good Lord that was an amazing weekend? Don’t you agree?
I’m not sure if it was because I unexpectedly had Friday off of work or because it was so nice out or because we had the perfect combination of house stuff + friend stuff, but man, all the fun? We had it this weekend.
And then! I met Casey for lunch at his office, which I’d never actually been in before. It’s only been a year and a half… But of course I forgot my phone in the car so I couldn’t be the annoying proud wife and take his picture in front of the building and by his desk and such. Speaking of, boys’ desks are depressing. Casey had no flair whatsover but he did have his gym towel hidden behind his computer – because of obvious reasons (??). It was so nice though to be able to see where he works every single day. And by the by, the Intel cafeteria wins. Fresh sushi + fountain strawberry soda for me and fish and chips + fountain grape soda for him. Yum. Oh also, Casey refused to let me hold his hand while I was there. Something about public displays of affection at work being embarrassing and stuff. Such a dude.
Friday night was spent at a pizza place and then watching Arrested Development (new season = meh.), Saturday was spent at the dog park (gus = spoiled) and then at a friends BBQ for the rest of the day/night. There was lots of cornhole (AKA beanbags, for the midwesterners) and lots of eating. I sucked at taking pictures so the only one I have from the day is:
Because you know, food. Also, say hi to husband in the background – no doubt searching the cooler for a PBR.
Sunday we met up with some friends for a late breakfast and some be-bopping around our ‘hood… and then hit up our mecca (Home Depot) before diving into 5 hours of yard work. I have a whole new level of respect for my parents because seriously, who knew that yards were so needy? My back is all kinds of sore today from all that manual labor. Don’t worry, our hard work was amply rewarded with homemade pizza on the grill + late-night s’mores, courtesy of our ghetto firepit.
Seriously, good times. Nothing out of the ordinary but I think just appreciated it more after the past few shoot-me-now-types of weekends.
After all the sushi, pizza, BBQ, pizza, s’mores… today was a rough one in the getting dressed department. The button on my pants is definitely working overtime today. And ladies, can we all collectively agree that putting jeans on after you’ve put lotion on should be an Olympic sport? Yeegads.