Fiesta Says It Besta

The weekend went... I guess... like any other.

Friday afternoon my mother called from Ann Taylor Loft in a wardrobe jam - the source: a date - and the idea of having to decide what to wear was somewhat nerve-racking. So, I went over to ATL to give a thought or two on outfit options.

Then, Saturday morning Brent decided to single-handedly hoist a rather large television armoire into the back of what I might call an unreliable vehicle. However, it did the trick. I was tired of looking at the perfectly great armoire that had no place in our new home. I had all sorts of plans for that thing - repurpose-natured - but after a year of trying new ideas and failing, it became a monstrosity with lots of miscellaneous crap inside I was sick of asking Brent to do something with. Things like... crafty scraps or the random ammunition-reloading supply. Scissors... ya know, gun powder scales. Brent does also tie fly-fishing flies. He's not a gun-wielding, animal-stalking murderer. He's outdoorsy. That's all. And he's incredibly ethical about it, too. :)

So. Armoire. Inevitably alot of our more hobbyish remnants found their way inside the cavity of the thing. Brent emptied it, dusted it, and lifted it into the back of the truck he borrowed from my brother, drove it 40 miles to his aunt's house - and voila. No more giant armoire in the way of my ... corner.

I'm not terrible help or anything. I'm just 25 or so weeks pregnant. So, heavy lifting is not in the cards for me right now. I CAN NOT *wait* to get back to all the bodybuilding.

Finally - today, I woke to one kid on the couch with what I'd guess is strep. We'll go in the morning for a throat culture. But we spent most of our day in front of the boob-tube compromising between rerun after rerun on Disney and regular runs on Food Network.

Then this evening, I left the sick dude at home with Brent to go celebrate the 39th birthday of our friend, Wiser. He's married to one of my dearest friends and it was a great time had by all. Delicious Mexican things from a little place I won't be able to get copies of recipes from (I'm ending a sentence fragment with a preposition, I know). I'm a little bummed about that - the no recipe part AND ending with prepositions. But I will just have to go buy my own portions of goods it seems.

And now. I have officially. Started a blog.