The Longer They Are, The Shorter They Feel

The longer they are the shorter they feel.  Weekends, I mean, obviously.  I feel like you always cram so many plans into a long weekend that you run around the whole time like a chicken with your head cut off trying to make it from one appearance to another.

Friday night consisted of a little bit of pizza and a lotta bit of beers.  And Saturday morning I somehow miraculously woke up feeling fine and ready to do some yard sailing with my partner in crime (who's secretly an old man).  He scored some tools, I scored a green mini cooler and we bought some life jackets that happened to come in handy later in the weekend.  Oh and I was rewarded with a tasty breakfast out for being such a good sailing buddy.

I wanted: chocolate chip pancakes dammit!!
I got: an italian omelette with veggies (it was ok but lacked chocolate chips and pancake batter)
Fuck. Now I want chocolate chip pancakes again.

Saturday afternoon we started getting ready for our dear friend's wedding when the hubs ran up in a panic that the basement toilet was spewing out all of my warm sudsy deliciously coconutty smelling shower water.  I still had conditioner in my hair and hair on my legs, not awesome.  Surprisingly enough, we still made it to the wedding on time, didn't look horrific and had a lovely time while trying not to think about the disaster at home that we had cleaned up but not addressed yet.  We saw a sweet sweet couple eagerly exchange vows, ate some delicious food, had some very powerful drinks, looked ridiculous while dancing and spent some quality time with the BFF and her hubs.  Congrats to Kristin & Gordon!

Sunday started with some toilet trial and error – more errors than anything.  We're not plumbers, although I did have on a pretty awesome outfit for the adventure.  Never thought I'd stick a shop vac in an overflowing toilet and vacuum it out…never say never.  You do some gross shit when you own a house.  We abandoned all toilet remediation and got ready for our day's appearances.  Cookouts and crabs.  If you eat crabs you know that there's no possible way to take pictures of eating crabs while eating crabs due to the large amount of Old Bay infiltrating every crevice of your fingers and hands.  So you'll just have to use your imagination on that.  They were delicious, especially when paired with some coronas.

We ended the glorious weekend with a little Memorial Day canoeing trip with Chelsea and her husband.  I'm no expert, but I know that hitting rocks is bad and if in a panic I can typically steer us away from them.  Typically, not always.  It ended up being a relaxing trip, despite the late start and lack of planning (we decided Sunday night that we were going).  It'll happen again, hopefully with more preparation, intoxication and most importantly, sunshine.  Best thing about it, by far, was the company.

I'm spending the day here trying to avoid liquids at home while I wait for the plumber to arrive.  The joys of being a homeowner!  I have some ideas bouncing around in my sluggish brain that I'm excited to share!  Stay tuned, but give me a minute.  This weekend slowed my brain down juuuust a little.

Enjoy your short week!