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Thursday, March 11, 2010

A weekend in pictures

Not a weekend, exactly, but it coulda been.  A co-worker asked me to take his shift on Sunday if he would take my shift on Tuesday and being that Sunday is a WAY easier shift than Tuesday, I said hell yes.  And immediately I began planning my day.  Here are the highlights:

1) I woke up ON MY OWN, no alarm clock, no whiny puppy*.  Let me just tell you how wonderful it is to wake up without those things.
2) I finished a book I've been working on FOREVER.
3) Ed and I enjoyed a wonderful brunch at a restaurant I've been wanting to try.  And it was under $20!
4) I got a haircut.  I love haircut day.  I feel so pampered and comfortable.  Plus, even when its a small change, a hair cut just makes me feel so excited. 

Here's the front, just a light dusting off the length:
And here's the back where I took a bit more length off.  The idea is that it'll be the PERFECT length in a few weeks when we're in Jamaica:
I like it and I get a lot of compliments on it!

5) I wore the cutest spring outfit.  It was the first really nice day so I was excited to wear a skirt, lighter colored tights, and my leather jacket.
I played a little bit with patterns, which I've been trying to do more of now that the weather is floral-pattern appropriate.  You can't really tell in the pictures, but I wore a striped tank top under my floral blouse:
The thing I love the most about spring/summer (ok not the thing I love the most, but a thing I love) is that I can show off my tattoo!  I still get super pumped when someone recognizes what it is:
6) Finally, because I had the whole day off, I made a really tasty dinner of hamburgers with sour cream and dill sauce and homemade sweet potato fries.  I even managed to have the entire meal ready at the same time.  Quite a feat, indeed.
And that was my day!

*I should note that the reason I didn't wake to the common noise of Whiny Puppy is because he's sick.  For the last 5 days, this is what he's looked like:
Nothing sadder than a sick puppy, I tell you what.

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