I am so glad to see that we’re going to have some more normal, spring-time temps this week. Highs in the 60s, lows in the 40s. Yes please. I cannot stand this Tennessee heat. It is March 18 for the love of baby Jesus. Please let us have a spring. Based on how warm last summer was and how winter was non-existent, I am destined to burst into flames with little to no notice this summer…I’m sure of it.
Anywho – weekend recap, lovers:
Friday night Rogers and I went to Sambuca to celebrate with my friend Evelina. I met Evelina through Jr. Chamber and she is basically adorable. We were so pleased to be able to celebrate with her and a few other close friends over dinner and birthday cake.
We wrapped up the evening by sitting on the back porch with some wine. It was cool but pleasant out and so lovely. I don’t think Rogers and I have laughed that much in a long time. Everything he said made me giggle. 
The rest of the weekend was full of errands and relaxing. I finished the Hunger Games this weekend. OMG. It was too good. I can’t wait to see the movie and read the other two books.
In other bookworm news, our next Book Club selection looks hilarious – particularly since I share similar sentiment about the human race.
We had some green pancakes for St. Paddy’s Day this year – which was about the extent of our wild celebrating. We are CRAZY, I tell ya.
P.S. – did you know it’s St. Paddy’s Day and not St. Patty’s Day? Patty is derived from Patricia, not Patrick, which is downright insulting to say to an Irishman. I learned that this weekend and had always thought the opposite. Get your education on, here.
I ran two miles this afternoon. It was beautiful out – and 79 degrees. I about died. It reminded me about how much I hate the heat, hate running and hate running in the heat. (of course, this running part changes with the wind).
I should not be this sweaty.
Callie, on the other hand, did not exert herself too much this weekend.
She loves her cat condo that her grandpa Jeff made for her several years ago. She sits up there and looks down upon her kingdom. And eats. A lot.
I went to Trader Joe’s today because I was craving their chicken sausages. More news on that delicious dinner I’m going to whip up, later. But oh man – it was like every hipster and hippie and wannabe hippie from here to East Nashville was in there. I blame the weather, again. People were everywhere – driving with their heads practically sticking out of the sunroof.
I love Trader Joes, but I do not appreciate the judgmental looks when I don’t bring my own bags or ask that they not pile 25 pounds of other food on top of my eggs because they are afraid to use an extra paper bag. Get over it.
Next time, I think I’ll bring in my own bags to re-use. And they will be plastic Kroger bags. Oh the humanity.
I think that’s all for now – hope y’all have a lovely, cooler week!
XOXO,
Jenn
I guess I should read those books now since everyone says they are amazeballs. And yes, we just grilled out at and had a beer at home. Ah, the joys of growing up!