Don't egg me on – Weekend Edition

Memorial Day weekend was wonderful!

And as with all bank holidays, it's easy for me to lose sight and not think of it as just another day off... My appreciation goes out to all who made the supreme sacrifice of their lives for us to live the way that so often we take for granted. Words are not enough of a thank you to the people that have ensured our safety and freedoms. You like to complain about America? Go talk to somebody in the Congo, Sudan, North Korea, etc. and on and on and on and on. And on. Sure, we've got some stuff that could be better. But we sure have it pretty good.

So right on to the question on everyone's minds – What did I do on my 4 day weekend?

Answer: Ate eggs.

Egg-over-easy sammie

Bet people in Rwanda don't get to start every day with all the eggs they want!

ANYHOO...

As you can see, I started my Friday with breakfast. Just like the doctor ordered. Then I went to Home Depot and got MORE flowers. Did the final of 3 front porch planters and the back...

Don't be "impatient", they're already blooming... Hardy-har

The flower liner lasted about 2 minutes until Sneakybear ripped it out. Rocks and a hammer have hopefully rectified that situation. (On the liner. I did not rock or hammer the dog.) She better watch herself though. The fury I will unleash upon her if she doesn't keep her grubby paws to herself will rival make Russell Crowe look like a pussycat.

After my big morning of yard work, I met Lady B for a delicious El Toro Loco munch & lunch session.

Lunch fajitas... Like a Christmas present you get to eat all year long

Followed it up with The Husband's Family Fun. All his sibs and their kids were in town. Good times!

Saturday, more eggs...

Take it easy, eggs... Oh wait, you are

Our lawnmower is officially out of service and in the shop for the next week. You know that song "Crimson and Clover", well our yard was totally the clover part. Over and over. The Husband borrowed His Dad's lawnmower and Stinkybear ran around "helping" him all morning. And then, gravity was too much for her...

Plunk, dead puppy

We have had the good fortune of several friends inviting us over to cookout. We went out to the 'Dova Thursday for delicious chicken kabobs & cheeseburger-cheeseburger. Saturday, we were fortunate enough to be invited over to the house of Family K for wonderful cookout treats. And my kitchen stayed clean through it all!

Sunday, I made no breakfast. I had no eggs. But did have more of Husband's Family Fun. (And I'm totally not being sarcastic there. I'm pretty lucky to have in-laws I really like. I don't think any of them visit Bubbleland but, either way, my Husband's Family enjoyment is officially on record. For all the world to see. Also, I love The Husband's Dad's peel & eat shrimp. Just thought you should know.)

Monday, I was back in true egg-form with a cheese omelet, turkey sausage links, and blueberry muffins.

Yeah, you want that yummy, gooey-ooey cheesy goodness

Did some more stuff around the house. And then capped off the weekend with Horace and his lady coming over for a little darts. And, having not cooked anything more than eggs all weekend, it was time to pay it forward. That's right, I'm talking grilled. Food.

Fresh grilled pineapple

And wings! Delicious wings!

The pineapple was really, really sweet so it wasn't my cuppa tea. But would have been GREAT on some vanilla ice cream. Also, in a moment of sweet perfection, I made wings while watching Wings from Netflix. Dreams = realized. I did a buffalo sauce, Frank's sweet chili sauce, and Jack Daniels honey smokehouse. All good. Although I wouldn't have minded a little more heat in the sweet chili sauce. Cuz if you ain't sweatin', you ain't eatin' wings! Just don't sweat in the wings. (Ewwww, sorry about that last sentence.)

It was a nice end of a stinkin' dog day... Yes, the dog ruined our comforter by chewing a small hole RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE of it. She's NEVER done anything quite this bad before. She's no angel, but this is a WHOLE new ballgame of awful we've never encountered before.

Don't even try sad face, dog
You're dead to me this week

Soooooo, The Husband and I are going to look for a new spread. But I really liked the last one a LOT. (The perfect and difficult to achieve blend of feminine and masculine.) And it was a wedding present. All that to say, Internet, you know anyone looking to adopt a thieving, chewing beagle-mix?

Kidding! Well. Sorta... You know it's bad when the cat's looking better and better.

Well, Internet, I bid you a wonderful short week. Let's see what's going on... Hoopfamily plays tonight so Husband & Horace will be out there showing their skillz. Getting down to it on Top Chef Masters. And I'm no longer a slave to the American Idol machine. Yay! All and all, looks to be a quiet week for the most part. Although if you hear a dog yelping, you know the flower liner alarm has been triggered. Watch your manners out there, Internet! Nobody likes it when you mess with their stuff.