This was going to be yesterday’s post, but all the fresh air from the weekend left me too tired to crank up the computer last night.
September’s book group selection was Pontypool Changes Everything. Since the Afterword basically states the movie is better, and people really shouldn’t have read the book, few of us did.
Don’t ask me why. I’m still not sure.
And this was our interpretation of it:
Good friends, good times, good cakes, good night.
On Saturday, Sarge and I went shopping. It looked a little something like this:
20 people have liked this on Facebook so far. Second only to the announcement of our engagement. I’m also getting a lot of compliments on my shoes. Before you ask, they are from here. I may also send this photo to This Is What Disability Looks Like.
When we got home, Sarge wondered aloud: how many pillows can you fit in a washing machine?
Two, apparently. We checked:
On Sunday, we went to a friend’s birthday party. Where I discovered another way to eat more vegetables. Pakora everything.
After that, on the way to my (almost) in-laws’ house for dinner, I looked up and found this:
How was your weekend?