And welcome to another beautiful weekend day.
Last night we had a whole mess of our favorite people over to our house to drink most of the wine in Chicago and to eat all the pizzas we could drum up.
The evening was a rousing success, complete with dancing, standing up on chairs to make points, and very few smashed wine glasses.
When I woke up this morning, it may or may not have looked like a frat party took place in my kitchen.
Somehow, this made me laugh more than anything else.
After cleaning enough so that JW could get to the coffee pot, we pulled out all our leftovers, assessed the ingredient situation, and went to work on breakfast.
Nothing like an egg scramble with one million vegetables to reboot after a night of too many wines and too much laughing (just a joke: I don’t really believe you can get too much of either of those things).
Up next on this sunshine-y day: I locate my shin guards from the depths of my closet, wake up my baby brother, and head out to play a nice little game of soccer.
Enjoy this day, chickadees. It’s gonna be a good one.