my mom came for a rare visit on saturday morning. actually, this was the 2nd week in a row of rare visits, so perhaps they're not so rare anymore. heh. i just confused myself.
anyway, we had fun sitting and chatting, just catching up and talking about everything from american idol to the bean's poop schedule to updates on family. and yes, i got slightly chastised for a post title from last week. ah, well. [waving at mom, who's fo' sho' reading this] thanks for coming, mom! and thanks again for the hunk of corned beef you brought - i'm hoarding that shit all to myself. the hub doesn't know i have it, and well, he's on a "need to know" basis in that regard.
it's a great little place - sandwiches, pizza, pasta, plus a mini-italian market! they had homemade frozen lasagnas to take home, delicious looking cookies, and slices of homemade cake. not to mention, they had a whole section of old-fashioned bottled sodas:

once we got in the car, the bean fell asleep. i crack up at how pissed off she looks when she drops off into dreamland.

you don't have to ask me twice.
we were seated immediately (and we were slightly amused to hear the hostess telling the couple behind us that it would be a 45-minute wait) right next to a big ass sausage party. and as we watched them flirt with the waitress and order one round of drinks after another, we realized it was a bachelor party. the hub and i exchanged looks and cracked up every few minutes as they got louder, drunker, and and flirtier. it was pretty damn funny. dinner AND a show! whee!
a quick stop at 21 choices (whose name i don't get, because they only have, like, 6 different flavors of yogurt on any given day) for some dessert, and then we headed home to sit in front of the tv on a saturday night, like old folks. and the poor hub ended up going to bed nursing a horrific migraine that came out of nowhere.
and sadly for him, it stayed with him all night and into yesterday morning. we skipped church and i called in an order to pick up at flappy jack's for breakfast. that joint was PACKED when i got there, and i felt some dagger-like stares as i sashayed in, paid for our food, and sauntered out with a big yummy bag within the span of about 5 minutes.

now you see what i meant by lazy AND productive. all three of us were in jammies and no one set foot in the shower all day long. good thing i had some trader joe's goods in the house to make for dinner. god forbid we should have to actually get cleaned up and presentable.
man, i love lazy weekends like that. they're too few and far between.
i know exactly what you mean. i love weekends like that.
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I had a lazy productive weekend too! I love those kind of weekends
ReplyDeletethose are the best. much better than the 23 hours we spent traveling on sunday :/
ReplyDeleteI heart lazy productive. And yes, I must know if it's better than the hat. Share!
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