We had a great weekend celebrating the births of Tom Cruise, America, and my favorite Jehovah's Witness crush from long ago. (Oh, Aaron the surfer. . .) True to form, we ate too much, drank too much, laughed a lot, played with the dogs, and enjoyed the company of friends. Lovely, lovely, I tell you.
So here's what our weekend looked like.
I don't even know how it's possible to injure yourself on an elliptical, but I managed it.
Chicken chili from Dinner: A Love Story. Mmmmmmmmm.
Holding hands with my dog child. Are you tired of pictures of my feet yet?
Thank you, thank you very much.
Car ride to visit Hugh and Cassie for the day!
The greatest potato skins on earth.
Stand off.
Ribs! (Cassie's "Thanksgiving in July." Um, okay!)
And ribs again!
Matt went to the baseball game with friends. I skipped it, took a nap, and watched fireworks from the couch.
Late night chats.
How did you celebrate the birth of our nation? And how did you celebrate the birth of everyone's favorite former pilot/sports agent/Irish immigrant/underwear dancer?
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