Kicking the love fest weekend off in cuteness were my Iowa twins showing off their dough from our uncle.
Holla for two dolla!
I was surprised by a secret admirer with a single rose delivered (by a florist and everything!) to work. I haven’t slept a fucking wink since.
WHO IS THIS FROM?????
My Galentine’s day evening was spent with First Mate in our now annual tradition of going to a local joint, Sperry’s Restaurant. The last two Valentine’s days, we’ve ended up here and kept the staff on their toes, as we are about 40 years younger than their average customer.
Galentines guzzle.
I gifted First Mate’s dog, Jacey, with a new toy that we decided to use as our centerpiece.
When I saw First Mate’s mama had sent Galentine’s gifts, we stopped drinking our wine just long enough to open the pretty packages.
The cutest gift from The Perfect Setting in Franklin, TN.
As you may very well know (because I am extremely fabulous at documenting), First Mate and I are into budget friendly boxes of wine. However, as this was a rare evening out on the town, we splurged and ordered a bottle. And naturally, I documented the experience.
Bottle service.
When the waiter went to pour our purchased wine from a glass bottle into appropriately stemmed wine goblets, we stopped him short. Excuse us, we brought our own fancy glasses with us for dining purposes that said, “Cheers fo my Galentine.”
BYOG.
To soak up our fancy bottled wine, I got the surf ‘n’ turf and managed to use the entire tin of butter on the side.
Surf’s up.
Fries before guys is our motto, which is why we had to order a large batch.
Purrfection.
Or maybe I killed it…
Always keeping it classy in the ritziest part of Nashville.
While we were waiting on our second bottle of wine to be presented to us, our waiter almost lost a limb while clearing our table of plates. There may have just been a few left but no fry goes uneaten on our watch.
Take this away from hungry ladies at your own risk.
First Mate killed our second bottle of wine, so we are now even.
Galentine’s Day success!
Prince B woke with some sickness funk on Saturday but his sister, Princess B, was sure to keep some of the spotlight on herself (sound like anyone else you know?).
Prince B and a photobombing Princess B.
My side hustle, called Animal Queendom, is petsitting. All of the eyes in the Mini Manse are on Pop, a pomeranian we are watching this week. He looks like an actual stuffed animal because he’s almost too pretty to be real. However, that theory is out the window every time he has an accident inside the Mini Manse (he’s supposedly potty trained to go on puppy pads but hasn’t used one once since his arrival).
Double trouble.
Prissy was needing primped and she got a bath, which is usually her fave time. She even loves a blow out. But since we have pretty Pop around, she was mortified that Mama would make her do such a thing with company watching.
Totally embarrassed.
Speaking of water, the twins braved the chill to take a hop in the hot tub. They needed to get their fins wet before heading to Mexico next week!
Splishy, splashy fun.
I’ve been trying to get my Mini Manse back in organizational shape and this weekend I tackled my dressing room. It’s still a work in progress but you can now see the floor.
Dressing room debacle.
What do you do with leftover Valentine candy? You make a love potion, of course!
Potion prep.
Just add water and shaving cream.
Play to your heart’s content.
Now that I’m back on the take care of myself bandwagon after a four year hiatus, I have been experiencing some pinpointed trouble. The sciatic nerve on my right side has been some sort of a sneaky monster in the last six months or so. It reared its head when I sneezed last week while in the tub and I thought my right ass cheek was going to blow off of my body (and I was going to have to call for help to get out of the bath). Luckily I was able to hoist myself up and turned not to the medical corners of the internet but to my peeps on Instagram. I received all kinds of fab advice on supplements to take for joints, muscles and stretches to perform for my sciatic issue.
Pill popper.
After a thirty-minute supplement popping sesh, I headed to a local pub to meet Sleepy for a cocktail on Sunday. My Lyft driver was impressively on point with her customer kit. I had to snag a sucker before she dropped me at the Alley Pub.
Passenger goodies.
Mama CBXB also joined us in our lazy day shenanigans (when I should have been working away in my dressing room but what’s another day after it’s been four years, huh?!).
Sunday Funday.
The rest of the weekend look liked this…
Furballs cozied up on the couch, Netflix and a little vino.
Feline version of Siamese twins.
There’s really nothing better out there than being surrounded by furry love and adoration (which I am the one doing all of the fucking adoration, of course).
Cheers to a fabulous week ahead!
CBXB
Cowboys and Crossbones 