Weekended: Footloose and fancy-free.

Sometimes, it's nice to soak up summery freshness.
And get fancy with fab Fiestaware and yummy fruit.
And set the table.

And show the world that YOUR HUSBAND GAVE YOU FLOWEEEEERS!
ON A MONDAAAAAAAAY! FOR NO REASONNNN! (!!!!!!!!!!!)
(say it like OPRAAAAAAH for best effect)

(note: I used to say "Oh, I'm not a flower-kind-of-girl". And turn up my nose and say things like "They just die!" or "Give me chocolate any day!" or "It's not like I just finished a dance recital!" ...but can I just say I CHANGE MY MIND! PERIOD. Flowers are cheery and pretty and gives even a one-bedroom apartment an immediate makeover!)

Ahem.

The point is, sometimes, on days such as those, life looks like this:



But soooometimes, you're just kind of tired from running around and errands and out-of-towning and future-thinking etc etc etc.

So it's all you can really do to unpack groceries while your fab husband washes dishes and pop a frozen pizza in the oven.

That you eat in front of the TV. Watching LOST (because you are OMG SO ADDICTED AND ON SEASON 5 ALREADY AND CANNOT WAIT FOR SEASON 6 TO BE RELEASED ON NETFLIX!)

And then follow it with a much-anticipated b-f-f reunion/life talk/snazzy beer/CELEBRATION!

And it may not be as fancy or picturesque, but it's still pretty darn good.


p.s. Please excuse the flash. (such a camera-hog...)

p.s.s. I may be totally showing my kitchen no-not-how BUT when we got our little salt & pepper friends, we were discussing which was salt and which was pepper. I thought that Mr. Salt would be the pudgy one (salt=not awesome for you+he is holding a baked good which always takes salt) BUT NO! Not true, my friends! Mr. Salt is sneaky and lean and Sir Pepper is the stout one. Guess the mustache should have trumped previous reasoning?