I don't know about you guys, but sometimes my work and home life schedule during the week can be a little crazy.  So when it comes to three day weekends, my default is to STOP.  During the week there are chores and trips to the gym and errands and work. When it comes to my weekend, I want fun or I want relaxation.

This time, I chose relaxation. Friday I did a huge trip to the grocery store and stocked us up on everything we could possibly need.  It was partly because I didn't want to get out in the traffic, and partly because I didn't want to leave the house. And, to be fair, we had been making a concerted effort to eat up everything we had in the pantry/cabinets, so it was time for a restock.

Friday night was pretty normal.  Cuddling with the kitties, catching up on stuff on the DVR.  I made some hamburgers on a pretzel bun with some fries and a salad.  Good Stuff!

Saturday, I managed to sleep in until SEVEN AM. It was amazing!  Then, I spent the rest of the morning watching my DVR'd episode of Snapped while Husbando slept in.

If you haven't seen it, it's pretty amazing.  I took a little break when a couple of our friends, John and Holly, came over.  We had a little visit since they were on their way to Kansas City for an event.   Anyway.  Saturday night, Husbando put some pork in the slow cooker for carnitas.   Delish!

Sunday I managed to sleep in til almost EIGHT.  Can you believe that? I normally can't make it past six on a weekend lie in.  Then, I got on my computer and played some games.  I like a variety of games, but normally when I'm on my computer I'm playing a hidden object game.  You know the type, you solve little puzzles and try to catch a ghost or a murderer. You have to find a key for this door so you can get the piece of the lamp to get the pencil so you can shade in the code on the paper to open the safe.  You know how those go.  I loooove those things.  They're stupid, but I love them.  So I was lost in that world for a few hours.

Then, my Dad took us out for lunch!  I had some delicious salmon and husbando had some chicken fried steak.  Dad had a steak salad, and we had a very pleasant visit. Since he didn't want to anything for his birthday, I figured this was our little celebration.

Then,later that evening, we had a little excitement.  One of Sedalia's Finest came over and asked if we'd called 911!  We were so confused. Did we do a butt dial?  I checked my phone, Husbando checked his, I checked with Dad... nope, not us.  I think as soon as he saw the deep couch sitting that had been happening in our living room, he realized nobody was in an emergency situation.  But we understood that it was his job to check.

Sunday night, Husbando and I got on one of our streaming services.  We have them all, Netflix, Amazon, Hulu, and all the tv channels to boot. We're serious about our entertainment options. Husbando finally decided to sit and watch a funny show I'd been telling him about for years:  Black Books.

It's a simple sitcom starring an Irish comedian named Dylan Moran.  The show is about a bookshop owner, Bernard Black, his assistant Manny, and his friend Fran.  It's pretty funny, although not meant for kids.  If you haven't seen it, I definitely suggest you checking it out.  I had to restrain myself from doing that thing when someone you care about finally watches something you love, and you keep looking at them to see their reaction, you know? Like you're more excited about them seeing it for the first time than watching it again yourself, and you have to stop from saying your favorite lines at your favorite parts. He liked it, so we're still married.

Then comes Monday.  I slept in AGAIN, super late.  Eight O Clock! I spent the morning enjoying some quality cuddle time/play time  with my kitties.  Although, I was a little disappointed to see Figgy sneaking a check in to work.

She PROMISED me this weekend would be just about us, but she just couldn't help herself.  I get it, I guess.

What did you do this Labor Day weekend? Did you enjoy whatever you did or didn't do? Tell me all about it!

Lazily yours,
Behka