Happy Friday, chickadees!
I have the day off to take Boo to his first year appointment, pack my bags, and jet off to Nashville to celebrate my pal M’s upcoming wedding, which means 48 hours of hanging with some of my very favorite ladies.
I’ve never been to Nashville, and I haven’t been on a non-work trip in awhile, so I’m looking forward to a couple days of hanging, eating, drinking, and exploring a new city.
Also, we’re maybe going skeet shooting, which may or may not be my decided-upon highlight of the trip.
I’m pretty sure I’m either going to be a natural or a disaster. Only time will tell at this point.
Pray that I don’t accidentally shoot anyone in the face.
Or really anywhere else, either.
And with that, I’m off to find out how much weight my formerly-tiny little Boo has gained after scarfing down a chicken per week for the past few months before hopping on a plane.
Enjoy this one, chickens, I certainly will!
Chickadees, I had a quick weekend, packing in kettlebells, yoga, a movie, and dinner downtown before boarding a plane for the west coast at an unmentionable time this morning.
And now, I’m sitting in my cute little hotel room in San Mateo, CA, eating Luna bars and watching football until it’s time to get the real work started.
Despite the earliness with which I was forced to rise back in the Windy City this morning, I did get the pleasure of the above view of beautiful mountains as a treat during my long flight.
And I had an aisle to myself.
Which meant an uninterrupted nap, some coffee (I’ll make you a fresh pot, said the world’s nicest flight stewardess), more reading about Catherine the Great, and getting some work done in advance of what I suspect will be another busy week.
I hope the rest of you are having lovely, relaxing, enjoyable Sundays.
Catch that sunshine if you’ve got it, chickens.
But I was in LA visiting my sister. And here are some photos of our trip, as they’re more interesting than paragraphs of text:
First thing's first. In -N- Out Burgers
We saw some famous handprints.
Me, Jennie, and Jeff at the Hollywood sign...so cool!
I decided to jump in the Pacific, for a second.
Then Jennie taught me to rock climb!
Then we ate again. Who knew that cocoa pebbles would be so delicious on Pinkberry yogurt?
In essence, I had a great, warm, sunny trip with my favorite (and only, I guess) sister. Visiting Jennie is easy and low key–I think we got most of the fighting out of our systems in the first 20 years of our sisterdom, so we mostly just get along now. Plus, she took me to see great stuff and kept me fed the entire time. Who could ask for more? Not me!
She's pretty fun.