Friday night we were graced with the presence of our friend MZ, the best Best Man ever. We hadn't seen him since the wedding that gave him his chance to outshine every other man to fill those uncomfortable, patent-leather shoes. Much of life was caught up on, much eating and drinking was done, much fun was had. He left in the morning for a flight from BWI, and the rest of our Saturday was spent chilling, sprucing, and hanging out just K&E. We went to see Mr. and Mrs. Smith, and we thoroughly enjoyed it. Fun, fanciful, funny, if frivolous, we think you, too, should put your matinee money on a sure bet such as that movie.
Yesterday I finally stopped fidgiting with M-lo's template long enough to let her use it. I've been working on it for a couple of weeks now, and I finally decided it was done. I looked at my stats and I don't think any of you checked my page during that period of time, but I used my own blog to test the template before handing it off, so you might have been a weeee bit confuuuused to find my content under my friend's title. Still, it was a successful change-over and even K noticed that I didn't have to consult him every second with questions. Yay for new hobbies I'm not half bad at! Plus, this hobby means I'm independently working on the computer while K can play Battlefield 2. K, in a surprise Liebnizian turn, declares this to be the best of all possible worlds. He's cute, so I go with it.
The other thing we did Sunday was go out for dinner to the local Bertucci's. I had a pizza with tons of roasted garlic on it. So. Good. Today's lunch (the leftovers) beckons me from the fridge as we speak. "Eat the pizza. eeeeaaatt thheeee pizzzzaaaaaa." Some of you may be thinking this is all too dangerous. I shouldn't tempt my breakfast-full belly with that such scrumptiousness. Four words: I live for danger.
Now, heigh ho, heigh ho, it's off to work I go. Tonight I'm making my family's world-famous Teriyake Stir Fry of the Gods for dinner and the return of MZ. He's staying overnight and then heading back home tomorrow morning. I'm just loving this long weekend feel. Sadly, I still have eight hours ahead of me, so . . . heigh ho, heigh ho, it's off to work I go . . . (cue recorded whistling so I don't feel like a dumbkopf) . . . dum dum, de dum, de dum de dum dum dum
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I just have to tell you again how much I love my new template. :o) It is exponentially better than anything I could have ever done and anything that blogger had to offer. :o) Thank you thank you thank you!
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