TWTW - the one with the block party

Friday started with a woman getting on the shuttle bus at the train station with a lit cig, perfect blue buildings, a busy day at work, and a two hour ride to the shore. Stick a fork in me, I'm done. Lori and I walked the dogs and had Piccini for dinner. 

Saturday 4:45 Bruce wakeup call then sunrise.

Lori and I hung out on the porch people watching with los perros while waiting for Melissa and Michelle, Amelia, Kimmy, Amanda, and Dawn stopped by on their way to the Block Party.

The Block Party was hot as fuck and crowded, but a really good day and better weather than last year. I got a cross body bag from the dog place, a dress from the tie dye man, a mug from Create n Burn, a mosaic sea glass tea light holder, and a mug for the shore house. You have to be beach hair don't care here because if you're like me your hair is always hideous as soon as you set foot in a shore town. There's nothing to be done. 

We retired to the porch to enjoy the breeze and had a visit from Dawn, Sergio, and Gabriella. Then we tried Bruce Springsteen out on his new born in the USA collar and leash and he took to it like a pro. I was so pleased since the last time we attempted to teach a dog to walk on a leash that dog was Gus and he still hates us. Bruce loved the beach too which makes sense since he was born at the shore. See also: what I said above about beach hair.

Melissa left, Lori and I hung out with Bruce for a bit, then early to bed. Rain was in the forecast for Sunday so I figured no sunrise. Wrong. 

Sunday morning was spent cleaning up after dogs, packing stuff up, and doing some minor shit around the house before taking the dogs to the beach. MFD was working so I was back in PA with them by 1:30 and Gus had his poop emoji toy in his mouth by 2. The rest of Sunday was eaten up by changing sheets, cleaning up after dogs, picking up around the house, putting shit away, decluttering little stupid stuff, doing five loads of laundry (none of which were clothes, wtf), and reading.  

Weekly food prep: breakfast is PB and sliced banana on Dave's Killer bread toast; snacks are hard boiled eggs, apples, and bell peppers; lunch is tortellini soup again since I barely ate it last week; dinners are barbecued chicken thighs with pickled tomatoes and roasted red potatoes, homemade manwich from the freezer, and chicken enchiladas (chicken for the enchiladas was already made, shredded, and frozen). Shit is thawed but the bbq chicken and enchiladas still need to be made. 

Tomorrow! The third anniversary of Show Us Your Books. See you there.

Another fake holiday I'm working. What about you?