I know I'm not the only one who woke up like this today
The beginning of the week is upon us yet again. The only thing motivating me to get out of bed this morning is linking up with Sami to talk about my weekend Shenanigans!
Friday night my sweetie and I went out for dinner to celebrate my first week at my new job. We ate our weight in chips & queso and had our pants unbuttoned before we even made it to the parking lot.
Afterwards, we met my family at the riverfront for some ice cream and to let the boys play at the playground. Their favorite part was throwing anything and everything they could find into the river. My favorite part was washing my hands when I got home.
Saturday morning Chordie and I got in some major snuggle time because Bradley had to work. Girlfriend didn't waste a second claiming his spot AND his pillow on the bed when he left.
For dinner I made us Crockpot BBQ Chicken sandwiches and zucchini boats. My sister has a huge garden and gave us a bunch of zucchini. I've been looking for ways to cook with them and couldn't really find a recipe I was totally sold on, so I improvised and came up with my own. They were so so so good! I would have taken a picture of the sandwiches, but Bradley forgot buns at the store when I sent him there to get a few things. I was feeling merciful so I didn't make him go back again to get them. We ended up eating them on regular bread. For shame!
And I finally got to use our new cups we bought in Houston. Strawberitas taste so much better in Houndstooth. Roll Tide!
Sunday we had a couple of people over for Bradley's Fantasy Football draft, or as I like to call it "a waste of time." My brother-in-law is in the league with them so he came over and brought the boys. Everything always starts out as a brawl, with the three of them constantly beating the crap out of each other. So I used my go-to method for instant obedience; a good ole fashioned threat. I told them they wouldn't be putting on their new costumes unless they smiled for a picture. Voila, a Kodak frickin' moment!
They spent the rest of the afternoon shooting each other with their billy clubs and putting out fires in my bathroom.
Their favorite thing by far was getting to arrest Uncle Bradley, or as they like to call him, Uncle Poophead. When he resisted, they proceeded to use brute force. I think they may have bright futures in law enforcement/fire fighting.
Sunday night was VMA night, and I must be getting old. I didn't know a lot of the people on there, and I was definitely less than impressed. But I am going to say right here and right now that I love me some crazies. And I don't care how weird and bizarre Miley Cyrus is, that bitch is cray and I loved it. Who else has the balls to rock the same hairstyle as Angelica's doll from Rugrats? Does this make me sound even older?
And of course, who didn't love the over-hyped 15 second N*SYNC reunion? Thanks for letting us know you're still alive Chris Kirkpatrick. By the way, congrats on finally ditching your dreadlocks too.
Did anyone else watch the VMA's? What did you think?!