This weekend, my parents came to visit. They came down to go to the ordination of a family friend into the Dominican diaconate in D.C. on Saturday morning. Since we are close to D.C., they stayed with us on Friday and Saturday night. We went out to dinner on Friday and played Euchre (well, Dad and Aaron played, Mom and I tried to remember trump and then lost... twice).
Saturday morning, they left for D.C. and we hung out around the house. There were movies and naps...
Again, Gus takes Lucy's spot. He is very weird. |
We ran some errands and watched UK make it to the SEC Championship! Then my parents came back and we went out to dinner. We got seated at a restaurant and for 20 minutes, we didn't get acknowledged. So we left. The second place took about 10 minutes to stop at our table after we were seated. Apparently we look scary... I don't know. Anyway, once they started serving us, we ate delicious Cajun food (and even MORE delicious Cajun dessert!) and headed back home. We thought about watching a movie or playing a game, but we ended up just chatting and heading to bed.
Sunday morning we woke up with the pups to celebrate Gus's first birthday! He had a special breakfast (Lucy did too... You can't explain to a dog that they aren't getting the special treats cause it's not their birthday too, so she just got less of the gross wet food than he did) and then a stuffed squeaky caterpillar that was about as long as he is... and Lucy got a squeaky Peep.
The Peep lasted all of 10 minutes before it was gutted and its stuffing strewn across the lawn. At least they enjoyed it.
We met my parent's for brunch after church and then they headed home. When we got home, Aaron got ready to go mountain biking... I got ready to watch UK win the SEC! The pups and I watched basketball and napped while Aaron rode through mud. Fun times had by all!
After a special dinner for the birthday boy (again, Lucy benefited) and some super-on-key birthday singing, we settled in for some Madam Secretary and NCAA bracket-ing. By the end of the night, UK was slotted to win on both of our brackets, and Gus's gift looked like this...
The bottom is now squeaker-less and stuffing-less. And I am ready for the tournament!
Go Cats! Looking for #9!
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