First things first: I've been Whoorled! Check it out and vote for your favourite hairstyle, if you please.
I had big plans for this past weekend. I was going to make raspberry jelly and raspberry pie and blueberry jam and blueberry buckle. I was going to organize the kitchen and teach the dogs the "drop it" command and wash all my "hand wash only" clothes. I was going to figure out Skype (no really, I am completely intimidated by Skype. I refuse to even look into it, which is silly, I know. So silly. And yet.)
I accomplished nothing.
And I'm not sorry.
I had a rough day at work on Friday. Patio-time was much needed. Shawn and I headed to a nearby restaurant and sat in the sun and ate and drank and chilled the eff out. It was awesome. He's had a crazy work schedule lately and his spare time has been eaten up by the studio, so it's been a long time since we had a chunk of time to spend together doing nothing.
The rest of the weekend was spent outside with the pups, taking advantage of the gorgeous weather; eating copious amounts of cheese and cupcakes at Cat's ladies' night; drinking far too much Saturday night and wanting to die Sunday morning; and driving around different areas of Vancouver with Shawn, deciding where our dream condo will be.
It was a great weekend but today is a bit ... grim. I'm not complaining about the weather, because I love summer and the sunshine we've been getting lately is fantastic, but it's almost too hot right now. I had a really bad sleep last night because the air was so stagnant. I refuse to admit that this a two-day hangover because that just makes me feel old.