Oh hey. How was your weekend? Mine was pretty chill. Slash fantastic.
Saturday morning L had to work, which was not the fantastic part, but hanging out with two jokesters whose names rhyme with Posie and Boa was right nice. I might go as far as to say I like them.
First we hit up a coffee shop, so that Noah could slurp some hot chocolate through his newly toothlessed top gum of a mouth.
Then came a little grocery store action, which is never complete with out skull pjs and cowboy boots. Rosie (wo)manned the list, which might explain why we now have 47 kinds of frosted cereal in our pantry.
Part of the reason we had to go to the grocery store was because earlier that morning I said “WHO WANTS TO MAKE MUFFINS!!” totally forgetting that we were out of muffin mix. Which is weird because I never do that kind of thing. Noah chose strawberry, Rosie went with the more sensible honey bran.
They were tasty.
Then I followed that action up with “WHO WANTS TO PAINT THEIR FINGERNAILS!!!” Because even though I did not have the foresight to plan for the muffins, I totes knew I had 37 different shades ready and waiting for some nail salon action. Rosie indicated that participating in such an activity would be quite nice, thank you.
She chose blue glitter polish. (Of course.) Which I dropped on the floor of the bathroom. (Of course.)
Then we puzzled ’till our puzzlers were sore. (Anyone get that reference? Anyone? Bueller?)
Also involved in the weekend’s activities: puppets. Natch.
Then THIS joker showed up. It’s like there’s a baby gonna live here or some such thing. Weird.
We topped off Sunday with a little bit of lollygagging and general loafery.
And now I would very much like for it to be the weekend still. But alas, Monday has come once again. Au revoir, weekend. Until we meet again.