The Weekend In Photos (and Also, Words).

I realize that this blog should probably be called White Hot Weekend, because it seems like that's the only reason I come around anymore: to tell you about how excited I am for the weekend or to gloat about how great the weekend was.

Yeah, I'm working on that. Anyway, in this case it's the latter. Our weekend was another really lovely one, cloaked in a post-test glow. Oh, med school, how I do love your Friday tests.

This is what it looked like...

Your weekend can't go wrong when your favorite husband comes home with an armful of your favorite flowers on Friday afternoon:

Or when you're looking at this at five o'clock:

A happy Friday margarita toast. Cheers to that, man.

Delicious dinner. Oh, grilling season, how I love thee:

Panzanella

Grilled Whole Chicken with Cilantro Jalapeno Vinaigrette and Avocado

Saturday morning was sleeping in and bagels for breakfast. Followed by pie prep:

Which resulted in a delicious Strawberry Rhubarb Pie:

I may or may not have already eaten half of this pie.

Then there was a lot of planting and tilling and weeding (and weeding and weeding...) and mowing. There is no question that this is my very favorite time of year. Or that Hugh is my very favorite person. When I mentioned that I would rather spend sixty dollars on plants than renting a tiller for a couple of hours, he decided he'd just till the beds himself. By hand. With a shovel and a pitchfork. That guy...

In the meantime, Henry Parker lounged around doing what he does best - looking beautiful:

I mean, are you kidding me with that cuteness?

And, not to be outdone, Fletcher's pretty cute too:

Please ignore the height of our grass/weeds. My yard boy has been busy being a med student these days. And, he mowed on Saturday afternoon.

More grilling out on Saturday night. And more margaritas. Which resulted in the need for this deliciousness on Sunday morning:

We spent Sunday playing outside until it started raining. At this point, my day really took a turn for the worst. Here's the thing, I don't do scary movies. The last scary movie I watched was Saw. The first one. In 2004. I really don't like to be scared. And I tend to be of the over-active imagination type, so it's just best for everyone if I avoid planting anymore scary ideas in my mind for ways I will be killed when Hugh is not here.

You can imagine why I thought it was weird when I opened our two new Netflix on Friday and saw discs one and two of The Walking Dead. In case you are not familiar, this is an AMC show about zombies. Zombies and the people who are still alive and trying to avoid being eaten by the zombies. I'm sure you are thinking this show sounds very stupid. My thoughts exactly.

So on Sunday afternoon, as it was raining away, I was sitting on the couch reading about container gardening when Hugh mentioned he was going to watch a couple of episodes of this new show. I demanded the ipod so I could tune the show out. Loaded up with some podcasts, my book, and a stack of new magazines, I was ready to ignore what was happening on the tv (which was, by the way, a lot of zombies trying to eat the remaining survivors).

But, here's the thing, I kept glancing up to see what was going on. And then I started turning the ipod down so I could hear. And then approximately nine minutes in, I was hooked. Hooked on a tv show about zombies. Hugh and I watched six episodes in a row, shocking both of us.

What was not shocking was the fact that I couldn't fall asleep last night. Or that when I took Fletcher out this morning, every noise in the backyard had me jumping two feet in the air and frantically checking over my shoulder for a walking dead person. Lovely. No more zombie tv for me. Even if it is really good. But don't tell anyone I said so...

How was your weekend, friends? Did you cook anything delicious? Play outside? Almost get converted into a zombie?


Post Script: Oh, and I forgot to mention, our resident brainiac aced his test. Like ten points over the class average aced. If you need Hugh, he'll just be busy being awesome.