I basically did all my favorite things this weekend. I guess the impending school year has me trying to check things off of some sort of pretend summer bucket list, you know? I blame my mom for this, because she started all of it by giving me a gift certificate for a pedicure.
I went with an orangey-pink like I always do. I’ll spare you a picture of my toes. Am I the only one who doesn’t need to start off a Monday with a close up of feet?
Moving on. Saturday night, our friends came over for dinner. Per usual, I only have pictures of the girls because guys melt or something when you try to photograph them.
We had grilled pizzas and they were amazing. Half were pepperoni with veggies and half were buffalo shrimp. It looks pretty unappetizing but I swear it’s the best thing I’ve ever had. Buffalo, feta, and bleu cheese are meant to be together. I’m sure of it. The slices were tiny, so you had to eat approximately thirty of them. We finally perfected the grilling process so I’ll have to share that soon!
After dinner, the ladies left and went to a house re-warming party, complete with complicated machinery. It took four of us to get this bad boy going, but it was worth the trouble. I need one to go with the house in Key West I’m going to buy when I win the lottery.
Sunday morning, M and I pretended to mow the lawn and then played with the hose on the patio. It was chillier than usual this weekend, which meant it was 10x more fun to try to soak each other. He won, by the way. He’s mastered the art of bending the hose so the pressure builds before we aims it right at my face. I’m so proud.
The weekend ended on a high note with brownies, berries, ice cream, and Reddi Whip. Remember when I tried to cut back on sugar? Yeah, me either.
This morning for breakfast I had a sugar cookie crumbled into my vanilla bean yogurt. I’m in desperate need of an intervention.
Today’s agenda includes hanging curtains in my classroom, squeezing in a workout since I skipped them all this weekend, and going grocery shopping for everything that isn’t sugar. I will not buy cookies. I repeat, I will not buy cookies.