We had a nice little weekend. Simple. A little busy. Not too much busy. Just the way I like it.
Thursday: My old boss called Thursdays “Little Friday”. I’ve always had a soft spot for a Thursday night and consider it a preview of the weekend. Hence my including it here. We went to one of our local breweries, Wiseacre, for Brandon’s birthday. We took a class about beer myths and legends. It was the first time the brewery has hosted a class like this. It included a mini tour, several samples, and a six pack to take home. It made for a really cool date night. I highly recommend checking out a class if you ever get the opportunity.
Saturday: The boys went to a church service in the morning while I stayed home with a tummy ache. (After a week of the stomach bug- I wasn’t risking it.) So I watched a Fixer Upper marathon and kept my feet up on my adorable new pouf ottoman. (Thanks, mom!)
Saturday evening meant Vespers at church, dinner after at Trolley Stop, and a multi-store search for one of the last Daydream Believer cupcakes from Muddy’s. It was almond cake with apricot. And it was delicious and totally worth the trek across town to get one of the last ones before they were retired from the summer rotation. This is something normal people do, no?
Sunday: We had lunch with my parents for Brandon’s birthday at our favorite Indian place. We ate like pigs and stuffed ourselves silly. Came home and rested like it was our job.
We spent some time playing little guy golf in the back yard with W. And enjoyed a decently warm/not too humid/ not unbearable August day. I hung our camping hammock a few weeks ago and don’t know why it took me all summer to figure that out. I’ll be scouring the sales for a permanent hammock after Labor Day. Thank goodness for the perfect days between summer and fall that make living in the Delta feel magical. There is still plenty of hammock time in my future.
Sunday night we went to meet our freshly born godson for the first time. He was born on Wednesday and we weren’t able to meet him until we were all clear from the ugly stomach monster. He was so tiny and perfect and intoxicating and sweet. I got a little weak in the knees. No joke.