Weekend stats

I spent Friday afternoon swimming with my niece. Nothing like having to explain a belly button ring to a 4-year-old.

Saturday I went to my mother's house where Baby came up. We all went out to eat at Henry's, a wonderful Cajun cafe in Acworth. Ate myself silly and got slightly drunk on my second glass of wine. This is when I proclaimed to the entire table, "People are more racist in Mississippi then they are here in Georgia!" I got my brother a shovel for his birthday. (He just bought his first house so it makes sense now, but I also enjoy telling people I gave him a shovel for his birthday. "For digging up or burying," I explained.)

I spent Sunday at my father's house. Gave him a coupon for a meal at my apartment and he seemed to really like it. We spent the day drinking beer and laying out by the pool (where I put lotion on everywhere but my face.) It was really nice because no was in a hurry to get to someone else's house. We usually spend every holiday on the way to someone else's house to visit, so this was an almost startling feeling.

So that was my weekend, short and sweet.