Monday, Funday!

Normally "Monday, Funday" is said with nothing but sarcasm, because, really, what's fun about the end of the weekend? Nothing, that's what.

But today, I'm serious. It is a fun day. Because my Mom is here. She's been here since Wednesday, hence my blogging absence.

We've been talking and cooking and eating and gardening and walking the pup, all amidst some pretty darn perfect weather. And, the timing of this trip has been just lovely because Hugh has been a studying fool for the last week. Lucky for us, his (five hour!) exam is this afternoon, so we will be celebrating with a cookout tonight.

I'll be back Wednesday with some fun things, but in the interim, a few photos of what a week with Mom looks like:

Oh, we just made some pasta. From flour and eggs. No big deal.

Mom says she "hurt her finger." I say she's trying to get out of doing any more manual labor. Nice try, Joanne.

It's a freaking oasis out there. I could not be more excited about this garden.

Crappy photo, delicious roasted lamb.

That would be Fletcher trying to sleep in Mom's bed. Safe to say, all of our training efforts have been obliterated.

Okay, friends, I'm off to soak up our last full day of hanging out. See you later this week!