of the last couple of days:
We co-hosted (tri-hosted, actually) Dylan's Back to School class party on Sunday. Hilarious interactions, or lack-there-of, between the boys and girls of 7th grade. Seriously giggle-worthy. But they all seemed to have fun, so that's whats counts . . . even if there was no mixing of boys and girls. (Hilarious. Seriously. Still giggling a bit over it!)
Being the planner that I am (!!), I convinced the other two sets of parents hosting, as well as another couple to kick the kids out, as soon as the party was over and head out for some grown-up fun. And oh, my, we had some fun! We headed out to a local winery and tasting room, which happens to be owned by some good friends of mine. (In fact, they pulled out their wedding album to show off pictures of us at their wedding. Hysterical!) After a full flight of tasting, plus splitting a bottle of our favorite, we headed to 5th Street for appetizers. Let's juts say that we were the oldest group on the patio. And we were the loudest. Nice combination :)
I didn't realize how much we needed to get out and be wild until we did it. It didn't come together too easily. I couldn't find a sitter for Halle to save-my-soul, but one of my long-time friends came through. Thankfully. I needed some yummy red wine. Some delicious appetizers. Some hand-holding time with my husband. And some hysterical (and loud) laughter with truly great friends.
I failed to take even a single photo. Fail. BUT . . . I talked with my friends who own the winery and we've struck a deal. I'll take some photos for their new winery website and we'll gain some of their delicious wine. Done and done.
Other moments of the very. Last. Weekend. Of. Summer?
Our side yard is now torn up. And our backyard irrigation is still not functional. (And no, the backyard is not finished either.)
Halle and I did art. Let's just say that she has issues. So damn particular. And finicky. And such a perfectionist. Art is not actually my favorite thing with her because her expectations are so high. But still, we are working on a (fun) canvas together. We shall see.
Dylan had friends over on Sunday night. I was the official driver. Those boys take their TP'ing seriously. (Not that I'm confessing to anything. Nope. Nothing at all!)
And with that, it's officially school-time, peeps. Time to pack lunches. Time to get to bed. Time to set the alarm for tomorrow morning. Yikes!
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