Sometimes the end to a loooooooong work week requires day drinking on Friday. Like this past one, where I met up with Camo and Dada CBXB well before 5pm at our favorite watering hole, Dalts.
Pretty as pictures before happy hour started.
But we quickly recovered in the beauty department.
Not quite as special looking two minutes later.
Being that I’m always down for an extended celebration, my sister sent some fingerless Iowa Hawkeye gloves for a belated birthday gift that made me start to crave the tailgating season (which starts in t-minus five months).
Perfect tailgating practice makes for perfect tailgates.
While I was busy lounging in winter gear at the bar, the Iowa twins were kicking back and unwinding after a long day of play.
Chillaxin.
Due to the fact that our family doesn’t use traditional monikers (shocking, I know) for extended relatives (Grandma is Gigi, Grandpa is Cray Cray, Auntie CBXB is Aunt Juju) we went bananas seeing the twins in giddy ups that appeared to be custom-made.
Cray cray for their Cray Cray.
When it comes down to snack time, these peeps know how to do it up right. What to do with left over Easter candy? Why you make a Peep s’mores, of course.
Delicate deliciousness for Prince B.
Not so delicate marshmallow mania for Princess B.
Dada CBXB decided to splurge on some new living room attire, in which my expertise was needed. Naturally, I suggested he go with an animal print but he went with boring old brown instead.
Trying to put flair in the furniture shopping.
Speaking of flair, I have a new office that was in dire need of being CBXBfied. So, trying to stay true to my subtle self, Camo helped haul and hang accessories that made me feel right at home.
What office is complete without zebra print chairs?
Of course there is a Hawkeye nook.
Like a boss.
Since I stole art from my mini manse for my office meant I had a bare wall (THE HORROR) to deal with, which I quickly remedied.
Eeeew gross.
After about four hours of arranging, I executed my new design in my dressing room (you know, what us single gals do with extra bedrooms).
I hate skulls, the color pink and sparkles, obviously.
While I was slaving away doing loads of laundry and redecorating small spaces, Ted, Rocky and Elsa Pants were a huge help while waiting for new sheets to be put on the bed.
Paw patrol.
Sweetest scene of the weekend was seeing Ted’s shadow, Elsa Pants follow him any and everywhere.
The Bear cannot escape but secretly loves it.
Speaking of cats, this crazy feline lady cannot wait to take in the moving Keanu this weekend. Guess what my household of pussies will be this year for Halloween?
Gangsta pussies.
While the work week has begun, I can most certainly say this is what I will be having for happy hour this evening.
Care to join?
Here’s hoping you’re already owning your week like a boss.
Cheers!
Cowboys and Crossbones 