TWTW - the first one in December

Friday night I spent a lot of time talking about poop at Amanda's Scentsy party, which made me laugh since Scentsy stuff is all about the good smells and poop is, you know, not. Eva the Diva was the star as always, dragging a lovely bag around like she was a woman about town. I bought some tarts and a mermaid warmer for the shore, as well as two plug ins, one for home and one for the shore. I'll be buying more of those in the spring, I think they're awesome.

I slept in until 8:30 Saturday, then set about doing the hated leaves. It was my third tango with the bastards. Six bags out back plus two out front, all done in winter gloves because I couldn't find gardening gloves and I'm not into touching worms or things dogs peed on with bare hands. I also finally got the remaining greenery out of the front flower beds, lugged a bunch of pavers the bunghole concrete people left all over the yard like we were the set of Sanford & Son, and moved all the furniture around out back. After that I rained hell down upon MFD's shit pits, where his mail and other stuff collects until I get rid of it. He's like wait, it was all trash? Yes. That's why it's called a shit pit. I changed sheets, put the down comforter on, washed all bedding, did five other loads of laundry, purged beauty products and made some headway in the reading room purging/organizing, and did a bunch of cooking. By 7 p.m. I was totally pooped and so were the dogs from monitoring my hausfrauing all day. I showered and read, which was a great way to spend a Saturday night in.

MFD was out at work and a music thing most of the afternoon and evening, but he did Gris it up when he got home Saturday night. The front window photo is courtesy of him, and the stockings have been hung with military precision. Do not touch, Santa.

Sometimes when I am very productive on a Saturday, Sunday is a slow start. That was the case this Sunday. But I put my big girl panties on and headed up the turnpike to the hell that is King of Prussia on a Sunday in December a few weeks before Christmas to enjoy a lovely, leisurely, two plus hour lunch with Marla of Luck Fupus, Brie of A Breezy Life, and Nicole of Nicole Marica. It's always nice to get some face time with my local blogging ladies. That little key lime pie down there was the shit. I was considering licking the tiny mason jar.

Weekly food prep: egg muffins with sausage, spinach, and cheese for breakfast; baked chicken thighs and sweet potatoes over spinach for Saturday dinner and lunches this week (I only need three); a double batch of power breakfast muffins for here and for Michelle and Bob; roast pork loin with mashed potatoes and steamed broccoli for dinners; dog stew/poop soup for los perros (not pictured); and celery with peanut butter and frozen blueberries for snacks.

The dogs were extra clingy and cozy this weekend. With me...they were jacked off at MFD because he kept using the staple gun while decorating. He means serious business. He's not called Clark Griswold for nothing.

I was supposed to tackle a clothes purge Sunday night but ended up blogging instead. I harassed Clark to get the outdoor decorations up - he needs time to get in the decorating mode...so when I went to bed at 10 he was outside with a headlamp on cleaning up the exterior and when I woke up this morning the outdoor decor was completed. It's like when the stores decorate the windows overnight except they probably don't need headlamps.

Since we've been down the shore so much, our house was a little like hoarders and it felt nice to make some headway here on the homefront this weekend.

I hope all of my Jewish friends enjoyed the start of Hanukkah and that my parents enjoyed their wedding anniversary at the beach in Delaware this weekend!

Remember! Show Us Your Books tomorrow.

Remember (and honor) the 2,000+ victims killed in the surprise attack on Pearl Harbor this day in 1941. You are not forgotten.

Linking up with Biana at B Loved Boston for Weekending