The girls and I are soakin' up the sun after the past few days of arctic tundra.
For whatever reason, likely cabin fever, Josh and I were super productive this weekend despite the yucky weather. We cleaned and scrubbed our place from top to bottom, behind furniture, even dealing with the long avoided master bedroom ceiling fan. (Okay, I have to confess that Josh did that one all by himself while I looked on in disgust and horror from the doorway, pleading with him to please not get that nastiness on my white duvet cover!)
We even began revamping the guest room, which I am so excited about! My husband's wonderfulness knows no bounds. He purchased a little something I've been longingly eyeing at a favorite antique shop in town for the past month or two. I probably dropped by half a dozen times in the past couple weeks just to make sure it was still there. I drug Erin once, Linda once, Christine and her friend Amy once. I took photos of it, texting them to Josh with exclamations of its loveliness. I had countless visions of it sitting perfectly and beautifully in our guest room, flanked by ethereal white curtains. I didn't drop hints nor did I ask for it, I simply stated plainly that I was in love with it. Over and over again. Not-so-secretly hoping it might someday live out its days at my house.
In the guest room. In front of the windows. To be specific. In case that was ever in question.
On Saturday Josh smiled at me with a glimmer in his eye and asked if I wanted to go get it, to which I responded by jumping up and down giggling, clapping, and squealing with delight. Needless to say it inspired me to get to work on that room. I can't describe it however, without showing you a photo. Words won't do it justice. But because I've yet to take any pictures you'll have to wait a bit to meet her. Although as soon as I do you can bet there will be a post dedicated to my beloved little beauty. He did masterfully negotiate the price as well I might add, after we played casually interested, but you know, not in love or anything... (of course the store owner didn't know we'd already borrowed Tommy's SUV fully intending to take her home)
We also made several jars of cashew butter and a big batch of salsa, which was delicious with homemade organic tortilla chips fried in coconut oil from Steven and Christine's store. SO yummy. I had tried them once a month or two ago, but then Tommy told me that he'd called the people who make them and found out they weren't, in fact, gluten-free. I hadn't touched them since. As we were all sitting around watching the super bowl yesterday Steven offered me some, which I of course declined with a disappointed, "I can't eat them." Tommy immediately began to giggle like a school-girl and ducked behind Linda, mumbling something like, "No, you can, I just told you that..." My mouth fell open in shock. I wanted to punch him in the stomach!
Now I will eat them forever in sheer spite and revenge. Not that he cares or anything...
So that was our weekend! I did fall once on the ice and badly bruised my knee and ankle, but other than that we managed to avoid both ice and Dallas superbowl-related craziness.
What did you do this weekend??
