I've come to the realization that the older I get, the less my weekends are "EPIC!" and more, "ahhh, what a nice relaxing weekend." As someone who, up until a year ago when lupus decided to show its true colors, was the life of the party, it's sometimes still hard to come to terms with. But, as I read all the "This Weekend I..." blogs and the Facebook status' of my 2374682746823746 friends, it's nice to know I'm not the only one that has thrown in the shot glasses for coffee mugs.
My weekend was pretty low-key and family oriented. On Friday afternoon, I went to Brie's to hang out with her, my brother-in-law and the handsomest 3 year-old-in-all-the-land, my nephew PJ. It started to snow while we were there, and we enjoyed looking out the windows from the warm house while the sparkly snow covered everything outside.
The snow was glittery and sparkly, and of course, I didn't get a picture. Fail.
Hubby and my parents joined us, and Brie made a delicious dinner, chicken enchilada pasta. Neither Brie nor I have that housewife gene that makes you a good cook, so we were mighty impressed with her mad Giada skills. That recipe was a Pinterest WIN!!!!!!!!! I left with a happy heart and a full belly.
The next day we had a pretty nice little Saturday, went to Home Depot. Yeah, bought some wallpaper, got some flooring, stuff like that.
I knew I would throw that into a blog post at some point.
Hubby and I actually only went to Kohl's to buy sheets. Once again, we contributed to the J-Lo Empire. I'm not sure why that bothers me so much. If only she didn't have such dang good taste.
Hubs stomach really started bothering him again from the anticoagulants and blood thinning medication he's on. I feel so bad because nausea/sour stomach is one of the worst side effects from a medication. He was miserable. Like laying on the couch moaning, falling asleep, waking up and clutching his stomach asking for chicken soup.
One would have thought the Bubonic Plague was making a comeback...
That night we watched the Flyers kick some Tampa Bay ass. Princess Matzo Ball Honey Boo Boo Child REALLY got into the game...
And once again, in bed fairly early, and I watched the beautiful creature that is Adam Levine host SNL. Yeah, his comedic chops aren't on par with Justin Timberlake. It was pretty bad.
But, he took his shirt off.
And that made me forget all about his reading off the cue cards a little too much.
On Sunday, a devine being must have shone down on Philadelphia, because Hubby's hurting tummy was magically cured. He felt SO GOOD, in fact, that at 10 am he HAD to bake chocolate chip cookies.
I kept my mouth shut until he started complaining the butter was taking too long to melt. When a commercial break of Saving Silverman came on, I went to see what he was up to.
Oh, my husband. I love him so. The man is by far one of the smartest people I know. He's an engineer, the wheels are always turning, trying to find patterns and make things more efficient....
See that? That would be two sticks of butter, wrapped in my heating pad with the paper towel holder on top.
I couldn't make this shit up if I tried.
I love my husband. I love my husband. I love my husbandi love my husband ilovemyhusband
His chocolate chip cookies were delicious!
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