enJOY it

Before you can understand Sunday you have to appreciate Saturday Night. And to do that, you must see the photo below. You must notice the extra large San Diego Zoo cup filled with Jack Jim Beam and Diet Coke. You must note that we are walking down stairs to Paul’s friend Wiley’s apartment to pre-party for our night out in Bethesda. You must take in the gold top of one of my favorite clutches.

Last night was one of those nights that you wake up from and you think, "I am so glad we didn’t continue drinking at the bar. I am so glad my limbs are still attached to my body. DUDE! Do I still have one of my favorite clutches?!"

Anyways.

I woke up, thought the above, ate cereal, drank about a gallon of water, showered, dressed and bounded out the door to a rubber stamping workshop at the Alexandria Paper Source.

(Because my job REQUIRES me to take craft workshops.)

I stamped it up and fell in love with this little guy. Then I contemplated buying everything in the store but decided I might lose my job if there was no inventory. So I drove home instead.

The plan was for Paul and I to go get haircuts. But our Amazon shipment of West Wing on DVD arrived. So we watched the first two episodes instead. Paul loves West Wing. I had never seen it. Now I can safely say that if Martin Sheen (or Rob Lowe) runs for president, I will be his campaign manager.

After that, I scrapbooked while Paul downloaded old video games – we are now the proud parents of Ms. PacMan.

And after THAT, we went to The Melting Pot for dinner. And by dinner, I mean an event where you stuff a pig full of food. And by pig, I mean me.

But DUDE. What. Good. Food.

We came home. And called our parents. Because that is what you DO after you are too stuffed to move. You return to your roots.

And then I started typing this post.

And Paul googled Fondue Pots.