Whew, Monday. Thank goodness.
Exhausted from three days of partying, I look forward to slipping back into this regular everyday rut.
After missing three months in a row, Friday was Bunco.
And Christina’s Birthday eve party.
At my house. With guests who hadn’t yet seen the “new” house–so every room needed to be company clean. It’s been a year, people, we live here now, that’s a tall order!
A house full of guests, but even better, a pool full of guests.
Ironically, we had MATCHES for our birthday cake, but NO CANDLES!
And Sunday was Father’s Day. My husband is an excellent father, grandfather, and dogfather. We didn’t do much but we still did a lot. We slept in, walked the dogs, bathed the dogs, went for a swim, the kids stopped by bearing gifts and ice cream cake, then we went to Fatty’s for live music and appetizers on the patio. Toasting with our cups of beer, Dave said, “This feels like vacation.” You’re welcome, honey. Happy Father’s Day.
And now, alas, I say, “Monday ho!”
Not to infer Monday gets around, just that it is in sight!
I hope you all had a wonderfully celebratory weekend.
Between graduations, weddings, birthdays, and Father’s Day, I’m sure you did.