Well, hey there Monday! Another weekend has come and gone.
Thursday night…Okay, I know Thursday night isn’t technically the weekend but work with me. Who are you? The weekend police…the Beasley girls had dinner at my Mom’s house.
I made Kevin and Amanda’s Salted Caramel Pie.
It was amazing. Like, crazy amazing. The whole time I was making it I sang ‘it’s going down, I’m yelling timber’ to it. I think that made it even better – even though Amanda didn’t even mention that step in her recipe. She also uses dark chocolate which is disgusting so I substituted semi and it was grand. Although, next time I’m just going full on milk chocolate.
It’s always fun to get together with the Beasleys. Everybody has REALLY BIG OPINIONS. We talked about everything from gay marriage in the state of Alabama to sports to teen pregnancy and so on and so forth. Lots of laughter mixed in with the heavy topics which is a good way to do heavy topics. Shy and retiring, we ain’t.
The problem with that is that everybody wants to talk and ends up kind of saying ‘me!me!me!’ over and over again. Me included.
My cousin Christy remains immune. She actually is quiet – which, of course, we give her trouble for.
I brought Stella with me so she could hang with her cousins. There was just A LOT of giggling.
Friday afternoon this little piece of awesomeness came to the neighborhood.
A Little Free Library! So far, we’ve checked it four times and it’s had wildly different things each time.
Friday night we did one of my very favorite things in the whole wide world.
We watched high school girl’s basketball. Sadly, Westminster lost to Catholic. Those shoes squeaking on the floor? I could listen all night long!
Now, James…James is not quite the social butterfly that I am. In fact, when we go to this kind of thing his modus operandi…seriously, no clue what that actually means but I’m standing behind my decision to use it here…is to stick to me like glue. Even though there were plenty of kids his age there. Finally, I told him I’d pay him $20 to go sit with his cousin who is a ninth grader.
I know y’all think I’m crazy but it took a lot of courage for James to walk up the steps of the bleachers full of high schoolers and ask to sit down.
Money well spent.
Saturday morning Hank had a basketball game.
He spends most of his game begging his teammates for the ball. I spend most of them thinking ‘if you want the ball go rebound it!’
Of course, him yelling ‘ball, ball, ball’ during a game and me interjecting ‘me, me, me!’ during a conversation with the Beasley girls is pretty much the same thing.
Apparently, James spent Hank’s game learning how to manipulate me because this was pulled up on my phone after he borrowed it.
Sadly for him, I remain immune.
Saturday night we crashed my cousin Rusty’s date night and had dinner with them.
The strawberry lemonade mojito was mighty fine.
It was a win. This child’s hair Sunday morning? Not a win.
Look. We made it to church on time. What more do you people want from me?
Hope your weekend was good!