The Weekend In Photos (and Also, Words).

First thing first: see post below to enter the inaugural White Hot Giveaway.

Now, let's talk about the weekend. It was a good one. I'll just go ahead and say it: the weather was amazing. Hugh was busy studying away Friday and Saturday, but lucky for me, Sunday is Down Day. Henceforth known as the Best Day Ever. I had some major appreciation for Hugh's company stored up by the time Sunday morning rolled around.

Here's a quick recap:

Friday was a lunch date with my lovely friend, cleaning the house, buying beautiful peonies as a house-cleaning prize, and BBQ Chicken & Pineapple Quesadillas for dinner, with nary a photo in sight.

Saturday was a visit to the grocery and to Target, followed by watching the clock and waiting to hear a certain someone's key in the door signaling the start of the Real Weekend. And then, some of us kicked up our feet:

While others made pizza and salad (with basil and lettuce from the garden oasis!):

And then there was Sunday; you know, the Best Day Ever. This is what it looked like:

Blueberry Muffin Breakfast.

Handsome husband whose side I was pretty much glued to all day long.

Planting of my peas and cucumber and a trip to Home Depot for some trellis materials. Project Garden: completed. Finally.

It's true love, people.

And this - henceforth known as the Best Photo Ever:

A little Fletcher and Daddy yoga in the yard. I cannot even handle this photo. If you want to steal it and make it your wallpaper so you can laugh all day long, I understand.

And finally there was the grilling of dinner. The dinner was hotdogs. We had a little Iron Chef: Hotdog at Fresh Market. We ended up with a BLT dog and a Grilled Pineapple Salsa and Slaw Dog. Sounds great to us.

But, here's the thing, Fresh Market only had nitrate-free hotdogs. There was not a Hebrew National hotdog (which is, for the record, the only kind of hotdog you should be grilling) in sight. So we gave their organic hotdogs a try, mainly because we were too lazy to drive across the street to Publix.

Let's just say, apparently nitrates are what make hotdogs so delicious. At least the toppings were good...

Fletcher also did not want to let Hugh out of his sight all day.

Delicious hotdog masterpieces. You know, except for the fact that the hotdogs themselves were not very good.

And, just like that, it was Monday morning and Hugh was up at 5:00am again. Sigh.

But, it's not all bad. I actually have some lovely posts already lined up for you this week. Including...Hugh's First Ever Guest Post! Stay tuned. And get excited.

Post Script: Oh, and since there are no accompanying photos of Henry Parker, let me assure you he's doing just fine and is as spoiled as ever. This weekend he dined on (in addition to his pricey prescription food, of course): milk from my cereal, Blueberry Muffin crumbs, 1/4 of a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, and sour cream from the quesadilla plates. What? You don't let your cat clean your plate like a dog? Weird.