Friday nights call for good times at my favorite Nashville watering hole, Dalts. With a little help from my First Mate and her hubs Mr. Mate we made sure our livers were nicely saturated.
Mr. Mate gifted me a birthday present (yes, my birthday was in March…yes, I accept presents all year round) that will come in handy while at the shooting range (to learn about my lunch time, redneck shenanigans, click here).
Of course it made sense to try my new accessories on immediately and look like an asshole at the bar.
Also making perfect sense was holding a 20 minute photo shoot, displaying my new giddy up.
I caught Teddy in his own cocktails when I returned home.
But unlike his mother he detests being photographed while slurping.
Saturday morning found Ted and I cozied up in bed so snuggly, that we couldn’t get up and were forced to watch hours of TV.
We were interrupted by a string of texts featuring my folks, who manage to somehow cram every corner of Home Depot in my dad’s teeny, tiny clown car (seriously – the man is 6’4″ and we’ve dubbed his ride “The Fred Flintstone Mobile” because he his knees are practically up to his ears when he drives – and if he really needed to, Dad could break through the car floor and move the vehicle with his feet). Except on Saturday, my folks weren’t Fred and Wilma. They were Tarzan and Jane squeezing a tree, four bags of mulch, flower-pot and a bird feeder into a car that appears no bigger than a go-kart.
I also received a few pictures via text from Iowa. Apparently, my niece is taking after her Auntie…
My nephew is almost to cool for the crib as he rocks a pair of skinny jeans (which I’m sure he’ll be killing his mother over (and me, too for posting on a blog), while posing so sweetly.
After forcing my lazy rear out of bed, I went for a run in the beautiful 80 degree, non-humid day.
Then I rewarded my efforts with cocktails on the patio wing of my mini manse.
Sunday found a belated Mother’s Day outing for CBXB’s Mama.
A Bellini or a Mimosa? Why not both?
And who else wanted to join in the celebration of my mom? Well, Leonardo DiCaprio, of course.
He may have been toasting his love, Daisy during the moving The Great Gatsby but girls can dream, can’t they?