On Friday morning, The Boy left town for a train show. And it snowed. And hailed. And thundered. And rained. And snowed.
So Kitten Thunder and I ordered pizza, wings, and brownies.
And then, aside from when I went to the gym to work off the brownies, we spent the whole weekend like this.
So… That’s what happened.
Is it weird that that sounds like a perfect weekend to me?
It was a really good weekend.