Alternate titles: the one where I ate until I popped like Violet Beauregarde, the one with 47 sugar comas, the one where I spent five minutes at home.
After a work happy hour at Tequila's (ole!) and a late train, MFD and I headed to Collingswood to meet Amanda, Frank, Michelle, and Bob at Bistro di Marino. Food was good, conversation was full of secrets, documentaries, science things, and laughs, and I finally got the chocolate cake I wanted all last week. Sugar coma 1.
Fart noise: the alarm came earlier than a work day alarm on Saturday. But the morning views from the yard were golden.
After the required stop at DD, MFD and I headed to Parkside, bordering Fairmount Park - full of really beautiful stately old homes mostly fallen into disrepair, but it was nice to see some of them coming back around. Not the one we were parked across from obviously, but others. It makes me sad to see such glorious homes in decay. I hope they all come back.
We met up with my parents, aunt & uncle, and our Lucy for the PurpleStride walk in memory and celebration of my grandmom. Madeline's Marchers raised $1665. I raised $650. Thank you so much to you awesome donors.
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| Thanks to Carol for the first five pics |
It was a nice 5k around Fairmount Park. She was showing all of her colors. Last week I was thinking damn I have no foliage photos. And just like that, I do. We took a pit stop to peek in at the Shofosu Japanese House too, it's so cool plopped there in the middle of the park like a hidden treasure waiting to be discovered.
We got our post walk calories in at Sabrina's at 18th & Callowhill. I love love love how they use mismatched mugs, and Carol got one from Dot's in Ocean City. Signs signs everywhere there's signs. I had Rosemary's Babycakes. I'm not typically a pancake eater, but I had to try them. They were good. Sugar coma numero dos.
I came home and took a rest with the dogs, then went to Target for the 23840384th time in the past three weeks. Debbie and I hit the JOVO Dance bingo fundraiser in support of the daughters of two of my oldest friends. I've known Jen since I was three and Denise since she was born. It was nice to see Jen's mom and some of her family ladies as well as her in-laws and of course my second parents Chuck & Jane. I'm over bingo though, so I ate my way through a sour patch kids bag for sugar coma number three. We went to the Rover for a beer with the Dance Moms and friends but Debbie had a cold and I had old lady syndrome so we UBER'd home before midnight. Check out these freaking cute apple bites the girl across from me made - aren't they adorable? Must try.
Sunday we loaded up MFD's car with furniture that has been accumulating in our living room. I feel like I'm running a freaking warehouse. He had an appointment with a new client in Sea Isle so he dropped them off at the shore house to get them out of ours. This was our only weekend home this month - we're pushing hard to get the shore house as done as it's going to get this year by Thanksgiving weekend. It's been rented for the first weekend in December. Eeee! And yes, for all of you that noticed, that freaking tent is still sitting by the front door nearly a month later. We've had words.
I shuffled on over to Deptford for Maggie's bridal shower for some laughs with the Ferko ladies and sugar coma number four courtesy of freaking awesome red velvet cake and cookies.
Do you know what gives me anxiety? IKEA at 3:45 on a Sunday afternoon where kids are sliding across aisles and rolling around in rug piles while their parents lounge on showroom furniture like they are in their own living rooms. I shit you not a man had his hands down his pants Al Bundy style. All that for wall rods to hang coffee mugs on that I had to go up and down the fire stairs to find and two measley bath mats. Balls.
We rounded out the weekend food frenzy with Sunday dinner at Zahav with MFD's brother Mark and Sarah. It was delicious and the company was as well.
Weekly food prep is not much. Breakfast is egg muffins, lunch (only needed three days) is Wawa salads, dinner is blackened salmon with wild rice and steamed veggies. Boring week. Since I only made the egg muffins, no photos. And honestly after this weekend I could stand to eat lettuce for 37 days. I don't even want to look at food.
These dogs...they always want to look at food. Apparently a shiatsu massager box is now considered food. Gus is the perpetrator. Gus is 10. Gus is also 100% deaf. I came home Saturday afternoon and he didn't come to the door. I looked all over the house for him and he was sleeping on the living room under a pillow and never even heard me come in or the other dogs going crazy.
Annnnnnd not to brag or anything, but this morning in a whirlwind of car scraping trunk not opening key fuckery, I left my car keys on the hood of my car and drove off. So they're somewhere in between home and the train station and probably gone for good unless a good Samaritan reads my HELP post on our neighborhood Facebook page. But in reality, they're just gone and I need to accept it. My Dirty Dancing key chain is gone. We've owned the shore house for less than a month and already need replica keys made...that's a record, even for me with my very shitty key record. Edited to add MFD spent his morning retracing my route and found the freaking keys. Amazing!
