This last weekend was relatively boring, which I guess is what can happen when you purposely decide to make zero plans.
Just watched a bunch of Olympics and then straight up cried my eyes out last night during the closing ceremonies. I won the gold medal in denial. (Monica said that’s because I didn’t have to go up against that Linda Lasky and she’s totally on point with that assessment!)
Other than that, we drove around aimlessly through South Park on Saturday looking for decent pavilions for the upcoming pie party because I apparently chose a really popular day and both of our go-to pavilions were already rented, along with 85% of the other ones.
Don’t worry, we found one.
Then later we went to Loving Hut for some meatless buffet action and Henry is now suddenly an expert at soy-based foodstuffs.
Sunday was YARD WORK day at the Gillcrest which really only affects Henry. Don’t worry – he likes it. He gets to talk to deer and turkey and look up into the sky at random birds.
I feel like we also ate a lot of cookies all weekend too and then I wonder why I gained a pound.
Anyway, here are some pictures.
Chooch had this shirt screenprinted at Warped Tour. Don’t worry – he knows he can’t wear it to school, God.
The theme of this year’s pie party is “exotic.” One of my old high school friends asked if it’s family friendly and I was like “Pffft why wouldn’t it be” and then remembered the Facebook event page’s cover picture is a pie that says whore, so….
I ate one of these because fuck the patriarchy. Henry was so smug when he bought them, too.
I’ve had snapchat since its inception and never bothered with it until one day when it occurred to me that waaaaaait a minute, this is just another platform on which to harrass Henry. Duh.
Chooch is coming around to the idea that there is a new Corgi puppy where Maverick used to be. :(
On that note, it’s Monday morning and I’ve got my own shit to whine about to all of the lucky people here at work so ciao for now!