I’m tired.  Our weekend was busy, busy, busy. 

Because I have nothing better to write about, I’m going to give you the über-exciting play-by-play.

We started off Saturday morning by helping some dear friends move all of their belongings from an apartment to their newly-purchased, super cute house (that’s only THREE minutes away from ours…HOORAY!).  By the end of the moving extravaganza, Trav and I realized how ridiculously out of shape we both are…an unpleasant realization, as pool season is just around the corner.  I’ve got to get my hiney in gear. 

We then buzzed out to a garden center, in order to find out what it’s going to take to no longer have the white-trash yard on the block.  At the beginning of winter, some punks came to our house, tore out all of our flowerbeds, and destroyed our grass.  They also took loads of our money with them.  It was a sad day.  Supposedly, all of that “work” is supposed to somehow fix some foundation issues we were having. 

Now warmer weather is arriving and green grass, daffodils, crocus, and forsythia are popping up all over the place.  Except in our yard.  We’re just growing dirt.  It’s pretty. 

Macho Man Trav is on it, though.  He’s gung-ho and determined to restore our yard back to a lush pad of green.

I digress.

After that, we went shopping at the Plaza to take full advantage of the Banana Republic/Gap coupon that I had on hand.  Trav made out like a bandit with all sorts of snazzy new work clothes.  I was having an extreme fat day and didn’t have ANY luck.  I thought I was at least going home with a crazy-cool bracelet I had been eyeing that was now on sale.  After paying for our purchases, I asked the lady for the bracelet so I could put it on and wear it (yes, I’m like a kid who just bought new shoes).  It didn’t fit.  Evidently I have chunky wrists.  Obviously, this wasn’t what I needed to happen on an already fat day. 

I returned the bracelet.

After all that hard work, we were ready for a night out on the town. 

Lucky for us, Trav’s sister, Lara, was in town.  We had to absolutely twist her arm to babysit Arle, but she finally obliged.  Obviously, that’s a complete lie.  She gladly took the child-rearing reigns and allowed us to have a date that was free from constantly watching the clock and thinking about how we needed to get home early as to avoid going broke after paying a babysitter. 

Thank you, Lara!

So, out the door we went with our fab friends, Brad and Bekka.  We went to a great little French restaurant called Aixois and it was delish!  Great wine, great conversation, great snails, great service, great dessert, great everything. 

We then met up with some other friends and went to a dueling piano bar.  Have you ever been to one of these?  I thought I had, but am now pretty sure I have not.  I was under the impression that we were going to a peaceful, dimly-lit, sophisticated bar that had nice piano music in the background. 

Not so.

The place we went was the complete opposite of what I imagined, but provided some fantastic people watching opportunities.  Again, great times with great friends. 

This was, by far, the latest Trav and I had been out in quite some time.  We were tired, tired, tired by the time our heads hit our pillows. 

Yesterday, we slept in, went to church, came home and took naps, walked to the park, walked to Starbucks, walked home, ate an easy-breezy meal of grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup, then watched our favorite show, Amazing Race. 

I mean, really, could I ask for a better weekend?  I think not. 

Tata for now…I’m off to workout.  Anybody know any good wrist-whittling exercises?