Ah yes. On Saturday I woke up and took a selfie while brushing my teeth, because I feel like we have really explored all of the other morning activities.
So, there’s that.
The first order of the day was baking a pan of cornbread since I was hosting a small Friendsgiving later in the evening and my dish was stuffing. It’s a favorite of mine to make, and yet I only make it once a year. For Friendsgiving.
I also drank coffee. Again. Because that is a pretty normal thing to do.
Marcus was out of town this weekend, so I was responsible for the grocery shopping. I have a love-hate relationship with the activity because I love going to the store and seeing all of the different products and thinking of all of the different possibilities. But because of this, I am terrible at following my own lists and it takes me forever.
Anyway, I went to ALDI right at 9:00 AM when it opened.
And then to Trader Joe’s.
Finally, and not pictured, I went to Cub. Where I was especially captivated by the man inspecting the offerings in the canned beef hash/Dinty Moore section. I dragged our haul home and unloaded it.
At which point, once everything was in the fridge and in the pantry, I hopped onto the treadmill.
Shortly after I wrapped my workout and hopped out of the shower, my sister-in-law appeared for a birthday party we were headed to. And no, I will never smile when I selfie. Ever.
The party was for our girl, Tiffany and the theme was…Breakfast at Tiffany’s.
It was absolutely perfect. I have never met a sprinkle donut or a bloody mary bar I did not like.
Post-party, we had some quality sis-time and then I lit a candle, threw some tea on to boil and did a little bit of R&R with my kindle.
And then at last, it was finally time for friendsgiving. Amy, Dana and Galina came over and we feasted on quinoa salad, cornbread stuffing, rotisserie chicken and LOTS of brie. It was just glorious and such needed girl time.
We determined that it was time to adjourn when everyone started yawning. I feel like that’s the mark of a good night.