I mean, really. It's called Labor Day, but the whole point is to take a break from said labor. So why not Labor Free Day?
Anywhoozles, it's been awhile, so here I am to tell you all about my lame-ass weekend. Huzzah!!
I should start by telling you that Hubby has been on vacation since last Wednesday night. Ugh. I dropped him off at the airport around 4 and have been missing him since. It's a good thing I have Miss Maxine, or I might've lost it.
So I made it through to Friday night somehow, and then headed to my parents' for the weekend. I waited until 7 to leave so I could avoid the horrendous holiday weekend traffic, and was pretty successful. There were still some assholes out, but that's pretty standard fare. The puppers and I made it to our destination right around 8:20 and Mom and Dad were having dinner. I got to sit down and have some bacon-wrapped filet (nom nom nom) and unwind from the drive. (Yes, I know it's not a long trip, but when you're not used to driving, and you're alone except for a dog who'd rather stick her head out the window than sit next to you, it FEELS like a long trip.)
We watched the Brewers game together (well, Mom and I did anyway; Dad went to bed to watch) and then said goodnight. The pups and I headed downstairs to our bedroom for the evening and watched some TV. The next morning I was up too early for my liking, but got up and got started on homework. Mom and I went grocery shopping around eleven, which was a nice break in my day. I actually think I saw some people I knew from my CBH days, which was kind of random. Mom asked if I wanted to say hi, but I declined.
After that it was back to homework before Mom and Dad's friends D and M came over for cocktails and dinner. Dad decided it was cool enough downstairs for a fire in the fireplace (according to the thermostat, it was only 63 degrees). Despite the generation gap between myself and the four of them, we always seem to have a good time together, and Saturday was no exception. I fixed myself a Captain & OJ and enjoyed the fire, talked some sports, and played with my pup. Mom made a fantastic spaghetti dinner (enough to feed a mid-sized army) and the night wound down.
Sunday morning I finished up the last of the week's homework before we headed out to the Taste of Madison. Apparently, it's entirely possible that I haven't missed a year of The Taste in my entire life (as Mom confirmed they took me with the year I was born, and I can't recall a year when I didn't go), which is pretty awesome. Normally I stuff myself silly when I'm there, but without Hubby, I just wasn't feeling like myself. I did, however, manage to enjoy a delicious churro from Caracas Empanadas, my favorite pumpkin spice cheesecake from Grace Cheesecakes and a really tasty steak fajita in a teeny tiny tortilla from Abuelo's.
The afternoon called for a nap, and the puppers happily joined me. Later, we spent the afternoon out on the front porch (or as K and I call it, Kentucky) talking and drinking and listening to music. Dinner was leftover spaghetti, and I made a delicious spaghetti sandwich on a bun. Mmmmm...
Monday was a lazy morning. Not much to do but sit around and watch TV. Eventually Mom and I headed to my aunt's house for some wine tasting. It was a girls only event: my mom, mom's two sisters (my aunts), mom's sister-in-law (another aunt), and my cousin were all there. We tried wines and played Apples to Apples (which is a family favorite, but I'll save that story for another time) and I had to get between my mom and one of her sisters when a political discussion got a little too heated for my liking. (Let's just say it's not easy to piss my mother off, but God help you if you do.)
Of the wines, I liked the two whites the best (of course), and the dessert wine. Evidently, I was the only one who liked the dessert wine (it was REALLY sweet - they said that like it was a bad thing!), so I got to take the rest of the bottle home. When Mom and I got back to the house, Dad was out on the porch with some of our neighbors, so we sat down and joined them. Dinner was, of course, more spaghetti leftovers (it's a good thing I love my mom's cooking so much). And right after dinner, the pups and I made our trek back home.It wasn't an overly exciting weekend, but it was nice not to have to spend the whole weekend alone at the house.
On a very happy note, Hubby will be home tonight! YAY!!!!! I can't wait to see him. I hate when he's gone, and this was a LONG trip for him to be away. :-( But, I survived. That's gotta count for something.