There are three posts I write every summer, regardless of how lax I become on every other blog front. In June, I write a birthday post for the boy. In August, I write a birthday post for the girl (I’m prepping her 7th *gasp*).
July belongs to our wedding anniversary. Every year, I post the same pictures from our wedding, because well, there are only so many to choose from. This year, I raided my Facebook account for photos of us.
One of the many things I love about Leilan is that he is always taking photos, and he’s always snapping pictures of the two of us. Sometimes, I roll my eyes, but secretly I love it.
Don’t get me wrong, I actually do like to cook. I like to cook when I have ingredients on hand, when I have time to put together a nice meal, and when I have time to sit down and enjoy said meal. I like to cook when turning in the stove, oven, or grill won’t result in mass sweating by anyone who’s in the house. I like to cook when I’m really hungry, and want something warm to eat.
I don’t like cooking when it’s 90+ degrees out. It’s hot, it’s tiring, and while people need to eat in this heat, the hunger is different.
So, due to a perfect combination, I haven’t had to really cook since last Friday, I think.
Saturday night, I attended my 20th High School Reunion. I wrote about it on Persephone. It was a good time, and it involved a buffet, bar and fabulous dessert selections.
Sunday night, we picked up a roasted chicken at the grocery.
Monday we ate something, I don’t remember what it was. I know if anything, it only involved the microwave.
Me, smiling, because I'm not cooking!
Tuesday night, we went to Victory Field, and had a yummy picnic, compliments of Family of Farmers. Victory Field is SUCH a fun place to be, and if you can snag free food and beer, well, it’s even more fun. The fox was in his glory, watch “the guys” and MaM learned that “the thrower” is called the pitcher. We made it through five innings, I think, before we had to call it a night.
MaM was marginally aware there was a game being played. Marginally.
Guys! I can't wait to see the guys!
Wednesday night we went to the pool at the gym after work/school/day camp and fed the kids at the snack bar. Technically, I did microwave food for Bgk and I when we got home, but I don’t call that cooking.
Last night, we celebrated our tenth anniversary with dinner at Shula’s. I knew it was football-themed restaurant, but really wasn’t expecting the menu on the regulation football. But hey, it worked. And I didn’t have to cook! (Actually, it more than worked. A delicious steak dinner, with my honey, in a quiet, well air-conditioned restaurant, sans kids? I won’t lie- it was amazing!)
The steak menu was printed on the football, instead of the paper menu.
