We mostly just ate this weekend.

I don't even want to discuss how many eggs I ate this weekend. Oh fine, fine. If you must know (and you must. this is earth-shattering stuff, for sure), I ate more than 10 eggs this weekend, by my calculations. It's the only thing I want to eat these days. Eggs with cheese. Note to self: check cholesterol. 

On a related note, I wrap up my nutrition stats course (and the whole program, for that matter) next weekend. So we'll be toasting to that. Over more eggs, of course. 

Other weekend things: 

*I finished this book, which was a dystopian tear-jerker. I wept like a small child. Still good. 

*We took a painting class and expressed our interpretation of the NYC skyline. More to come on that little piece of magic. 

*Two brunches; this place in our neighborhood was great. 

*We were teaching the four year olds at church again, and Mr. Blake performed a skit in large group. This is what happens when there's one male to every seven female teachers. 

*Whole grain protein pancakes with bananas and chocolate chips for breakfast this morning, and I'm still trying to figure out how to froth milk for coffee without a frother. Two failed attempts thus far. 

*We've gotten into Veep recently. Tony Hale really sells it for us. 

*Homemade Mexican food on the menu tonight. 

*A long morning run on Saturday, followed by off-leashing and coffees in the park. 

*Spring tulips and more of these candles, which I've stocked up on. Nice candles are a non-necessity, but it's one thing I'm willing to splurge on. 

*A nap and two 10pm bedtimes. I'm assuming we'll fare similarly this evening. 

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