Friday night was good and bad. We went out for dinner and drinks, but I also learned that my Aunt Linda passed away.
Saturday, I was a huge bum. I even convinced Andrew that we shouldn't do the 7k run we had signed up for. I just wasn't in the mood. But that meant that we got to go out for some mexican food for lunch. And then Andrew made me make a hair appointment, and I made him call Jody at Oz Tattoo to get the ball rolling on his first tattoo. After we rolled ourselves out of the restaurant, we went to the Humane Society to get some walking in. I found a big fat cat to love. His name is Mr. Weasley, and he weighs a healthy 16 pounds. Someone should go adopt him right meow.
|giant hogwarts sticker|
Then we went to Target, and we saw this on the way. It was a highlight of the day. That night I babysat, and Andrew played video games.
On Sunday, Andrew went golfing with the guys, and I attempted to be productive. At one point in the day, I was sure that I had lost the cat. I had left the patio door open because of the nice weather, and I thought Erin escaped. Have no fear! I found her sleeping in the dryer. How she got in there, I'm not sure. I'm a great cat mom.