Weekending and Mondaying

It often seems like a cruel joke that the weeks are so long, and the weekends so terribly short. I swear, two days during the work week can seemingly drag on forever, while the weekend days just pass in a blur. Someone call Sheldon Cooper and find out what the scientific explanation is for this. I was so distraught about the passing of the weekend, I just could not bring myself to blog yesterday. Okay, so that is a total lie, but it sounds super dramatic, right? At any rate, my weekend was short, but good. I had lunch with a good friend, whom I haven't been able to catch up with in some time, I did all of my weekend things, like grocerying (I feel like grocerying is a way more fun verb than grocery shopping) and cleaning house, and taking wandering walks around the neighborhood with Lucy. I comforted Lucy through a ridiculous afternoon thunderstorm that seemingly came from nowhere (side bar: anyone use a thunder jacket on their dog, and does it work? This is a serious question). I drove the hubby to work so that he would not have to walk through the thunderstorm, lest he be soaked or struck by lightening. Other than that, I am not sure where my weekend went. I wish I could say I am reading some riveting new novel, but I have been in such a reading rut this year. For a girl who loves to read this is very discombobulating. Anyone have any must reads? Recommendations welcome.

This post has been very ho-hum, thus far, but get ready, the prolific use of exclamation marks is coming! Yesterday, while a Monday, was a glorious day, cause for celebration, in fact. The hubs rounded out another 10-day stretch of work (ugh), we were finally able to have a date night, AND we were finally able to toast to his success of finishing his first semester of grad school! Finally, finally, finally! I had a busy day of work and conference calls yesterday (I did manage to make some yummy cookies during a conference call though - recipe coming tomorrow!), so while I worked, he finally had a play day and headed over to the driving range for a bit. He was also kind enough, before he went a-golfing, to whip up some of his famous marinara sauce to simmer for dinner, and simultaneously torture me with amazing smells. Once the day of working was done, we settled in for some wine (mmm Cupcake Red Velvet - definitely a new favorite blend!), and got cracking on making some homemade pizzas! Harris, in all his kitchen prowess, made a Margherita (mmm fresh mozzarella), and a new (garlic, leeks, and pesto - ah-mazing!) for our eating enjoyment. We then proceeded to sit at our dining room table, sipping, chatting, and savoring our time together. A perfect evening. To round things out, Harris then suggested a family walk, where he led us to our favorite little froyo joint to grab a bowl, and then come home to watch the season premiere of Hell on Wheels. So glad for the time with him, and so, so glad he has this weekend off too!