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I really need a day between Saturday and Sunday

What a weekend. I feel so fortunate while exhausted and rejuvenated at the same time. I freaking love weekends.

This weekend was a mix of work and play. Homework had to be done by both Hunty and I but we still managed time for a lunch out for a fresh fish sandwich for me an a buffalo chicken for him. Plus margaritas, which were on special Saturday.




This and the fact I got my homework done early made me a very happy lady. This is only the third time in the last 12 months homework got done early BTW. 2 weeks to go folks. 2 weeks...


Let's see. Oh yea, I also binged on Teen Mom 2 repeats, watched The Help, and read through my Christmas gift from my aunt Janine. And the newest People Style Watch. This is what my dreams are made of.






Sunday I attended a work event and then ventured off to Monkey Joe's to watch our handsome nephew Connor explore and celebrate him turning 2.






He's a beautiful creature and quite possibly stole my heart yet again with his newest statement: while attempting to pry away the box full of cupcakes and toy ambulances and helicopters so we could leave a restaurant, he promptly grabbed "his box" and said "ugh uh, UGH UH!" Be still my nephew loving heart.






I made baked spinach macaroni and cheese too. I used mozzarella and sharp cheddar and I must say this is one of the better culinary decisions I could have made. Ever.


That's how weekends are done, in my opinion. You know what is not my opinion of a great end of a weekend? Getting a bit of a bug that comes fully equipped with sore throat, sneezing, and enough sinus pressure to put you down. In every life a little rain must fall I suppose.

Til we meet again,
Megan

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