Well, it was a lovely Labor Day weekend and I couldn't be more sad that it's over. On Thursday I got to hang out with our nephew, and on Friday I got to hang out with Annabelle.
On Saturday my uncle had a cookout.
Sunday was a walk at the park where I took a million pictures because it was the most gorgeous day.
On Monday I did a little shopping and my in-laws came over for homemade pizza.
Reality hit hard today, and the low point might have been when I got home from work and had to face the music and create a dinner with the ground beef I'd thawed.
Matt came home while I was browning the meat, and when he asked what I was making, I told him it was a special gourmet masterpiece and assured him he would love it.
"Oh I know what that means," he said, "hamburger helper."
We should be so lucky.
Turns out my gourmet surprise was CHEESEBURGER PIE. Do you know the one thing worse than cheeseburger pie on a Tuesday? Leftover cheeseburger pie on a Wednesday.
On the plus side, we are already halfway through the week. And halfway through our cheeseburger pie.