This last weekend was full of accomplishments. We finally painted our bedroom on Saturday. When I say "we" I really mean husband, although I was available for moral support throughout the painting process. The color we used was a warm mink and it makes our room look twice as big, which is always nice considering the sheer tininess of our apartment. Next we'll be finding some shnazzy nightstands and getting some art on those walls.
On Sunday morning my husband ran his first half-marathon. My favorite part was seeing folks holding up signs for their friends saying "no one made you do this", which is how my husband felt around mile two. At mile eight his IT band got a wee bit injured but he pushed through. This photo was taken shortly after crossing the finish line (note the advil):
That studly man inspired me to take a running clinic this summer, in hopes that I could join him on all the wild running adventures he seems to be having these days. Here's an awkward photo of us. It appears I don't like being hugged by sweaty men. Sorry dear.
As for Father's day and my father-in-law's 50th birthday party, all I can say is yummm! Is it bad that my favorite part of any holiday/celebration is the food?