Sunday

What is it about three day weekends, that makes the short work week seem soooo much longer? Last week was insane. Jason and I must have worked 60 hours each, coming home only to shower, sleep, and head out again.

This weekend was fantastic, though. Saturday morning he went in to the office, and I stayed home watching movies as fresh laundry tumbled in the dryer.

I met up with Jason at lunch, taking him some KFC. He's training the new office manager, and I met her for the first time. Such a sweet lady, with SUCH a cute chihuahua!

We came home and cleaned house for about an hour before his dad came over. The two of them went down the block to throw football at the elementary school while I finished up the laundry and messed around on the internet. When he got home, we got ready and went out to dinner at the Rosewood Cafe here in the north end.

We had sandwiches, iced tea, white wine and dark beer. It was so good; the most perfectly toasted bread and freshest salads. We took a walk at dusk around the neighborhood, then drove home the long way, taking a brief detour to the Metropolitan Market. Before bed I made some cinnamon tea while we watched "No Reservations." Great movie, by the way.

Today was just as relaxing. We went to Grandy's for breakfast and watched the Seahawks game. Then we went to several open houses. We love going to open houses, getting ideas for our place and checking out the market. At five we came home and Jason mowed the grass while I made a wal-mart run.

And now, the sun's going down and Jason's cleaning out his truck while I do this. Pretty soon we'll run by his friend Joe's place, drive through the carwash, and pick up dinner on the way home.

And tomorrow, it's back to the grind.

I swear, I live for the weekend...