O's and Twins

Happy Monday.  I hate Mondays, so very much.

A little weekend recap for ya.  Friday's HHH, I'll be honest, it hasn't happened in a while.  People are busy, including myself.  Those are gonna be few and far between I have a feeling, but hopefully we can pick back up in a couple weeks!

This Friday was the best though!  The bro got us all tickets to the Orioles game and we took my dad as an early Father's Day celebration.  The weather was perfect and the company was even better!  A hot dog, soft pretzel, some drinks and some fries got me through the game.  O's beat the Red Sox and  the worst part about the evening was this creepy fucking lady that sat in front of us and listened to everything we said and tried to jump into our conversations.  Way to make things weird, miss Marlboro reds.  Oh and thanks to dad for the Davis shirts – we're pretty badass.  Needless to say, we had an awesome time, but here are some pictures if you need proof!

My dad is cooler than your dad.

On Saturday we FINALLY met the twins.  Not the ones up there ^^^^ but actual twins.  My oldest friend and her hubs were blessed with these little dudes last month and this was our first opportunity to meet them.  Don't let the pictures fool you, Ben and I are not naturals and we were both definitely panicking when the little guys were crying.  We pretty much felt like a million bucks when they finally fell asleep though!  So those smiles you see, they're smiles of relief and accomplishment, and hope…hope that they wouldn't wake up again!  Someone take my temp, the baby fever is through the fucking roof.  Congrats buuuuddy, you have some adorable little men and I can't wait to spoil the ever living shit out of them.  After returning the babies to their parents we felt the need to sip cocktails and patio sit, while we still can!

I stole this pic from Chelsea.

Sunday, the old man had some business to attend to so the hubs and I just had a productive day so we could be lazy in the evening.  We took the dogs for a hike and went to the shooting range.  It was a nice little day!  Didn't forget dad though.  Thanks for passing along your cleverness, creativity, your sensitive side, thoughtfulness, best intentions, your fiery temper, sense of humor and most of all, your love.  Can't imagine life without you and am so proud to call you my dad and my buddy.  Te quiero mucho, that's Spanish for I love you, lots.

Hope you have a nice little Monday, do something good this week.