I think I've come up with a legitimate excuse as to why I never have my weekend wrap-ups written and posted promptly on Monday morning.
It's because I don't want to write my weekend-wrap up on Sunday night just in case something fun happens last minute which, if I had prepared my weekend wrap-up ahead of time, would not have been included in the post.
I mean, nothing exciting happened last minute on Sunday night...truth be told, I folded laundry.
But that doesn't mean something fun, and spontaneous, and last minute couldn't pop up in the future.
I like to leave my options open.
So now that I've spent a good few paragraphs trying to convince
myself you I have good reasons for my blogging irregularity...let's get on with it, shall we?
Saturday was a super day.
I went a little Instagram crazy.
Insta-crazy, if you will.
Four pics in one day. That's a record for me.
But I guess it just means I actually did things worth taking pictures of?
I dunno. But you can totes follow me at MissRiss0409
So anyway, Saturday I slept in...until Gun-dog came and woke me up
It's ok though, I'm not even mad.
Who could be mad at a face like that?...his, not mine
...Although people tell me it's hard to be mad at a face like mine too. And by people I mean Gunther.
See, me and Gunny, we're totally on the same wave length.
Then I decided I wanted to enjoy the warm weather before 'warm' means 115 degrees.
So I went over to my parents house eager to hang out by the pool, only to find my
soon-to-be-brother-in-law (that was a heck of a lot of hyphens) working on the pool area. I forgot he and my dad were doing some renovation.
BUT since I'm a grad student and I almost have a Master's degree I figured out that if the sun is shining on the pool side, surely it will be shining on the lawn too.
So the lawn it was.
And while I was gettin' mah tan on, I took the recommendation of my dear bloggy friend Mosby over at Simplicity is Key, and I began The Happiness Project.
Saturday night we had a birthday party.
For my dog.
Cause Maycee turned four years old.
And who doesn't throw their dogs birthday parties anyway?
She hated the hat, but loved the bone with peanut butter...so I think she forgave me for the hat thing.
And don't worry, Gunther helped celebrate too...like the good brother he is.
And then he stole her new chew toy we got for her...like the good brother he is.
And then she stole it back and they proceeded to tug-of-war and beat each other up...like the good siblings they are.
Then on Sunday I got to go see my brand new niece again!
She's finally home from the hospital and just as cute as she was last week
She slept the whole time I held her, which is fine cause I probably wouldn't know what to do if she started moving...or heaven forbid crying.
But that's ok. Cause we totally bonded as I was holding her and we agreed that she would never cry (or poop) when I held her...she just doesn't know it yet. I'll have to remind her next time we hang out.
So you know, it was a pretty good weekend.