girlfiend

Last night Boyfiend gave the weekend a 10 (minus our irritating, frustration fueled spat about putting the Fiendling to bed) and I agreed.

Friday afternoon we walked up to the farmer’s market. I was devastated to learn they’d sold out of corn though they did offer to give me two nasty worm-eaten ears. I would have taken them until the Amish woman shuddered with disgust when she took a closer look. Armed with carrots instead, we went to visit the pig around the corner and the Fiendling fed him all of the carrot tops. I found feeding carrot top to the pigs quite satisfying. When we arrived home we accidentally got a bit drunk way too early, ate too much cheese, crackers and hummus and had pizza for dinner with Mix when he came over later. We considered buying Jesus pizza but there’s nothing Christian about their $2.50 delivery charge so we went with a new place we had a coupon for instead. I’m not sure if they were drunk, high, or stupid, but our pizza was cut so poorly my 18-month-old could have done a better job. It wasn’t even cut through the middle. Some slices were cut in perfect Fiendling size while Boyfiend’s slice was easily a quarter of the pie.

I started writing this hours ago and lost interest so here’s the abbreviated version of the rest of the weekend
Saturday we went to the Community Day Festival at the park and it was a blast. Lots of kids and families and a giant, inflatable slide. The Fiendling LOVED the slide. I did too. The best part about having a toddler is that you get to accompany them down the slide for free because they’re too little to climb to the top themselves.
Yesterday we went to my sister-in-law’s parent’s house in the country and went fishing. I caught my first fish and I had no interest in removing it from the hook myself.  But I caught one. Boyfiend was very proud. He’s been dying to take me fishing for years.