Weekending. It's an art, you know. To do: ride bikes, drink wine, eat a shawarma already, find a dress for something special we're doing Monday, finish my current knitting project, plan and shop for next week's food, and go to the coast for tidepooling, maybe snorkeling. And go to the city with my husband.
It certainly helps that we've got a four-day weekend to cram all this weekending in.
p.s. this is the balloon cluster I tied to Steve's bike one night when it was locked to the bike rack in front of his work. Would have taken a picture of the bewildered look on his face when he saw it, but I was giggling too much.
p.p.s. this became a reality today.