This wasn't a perfect Saturday, I'll admit it. The dog woke me up at 8 AM by jumping off the bed and racing to the window to bark at something that was probably not even there. The bed shook violently and I was sure that something had jumped on the bed, not off.
I made due though. The sun was shinning brightly. It was primarily green outside. The dog had calmed down by the invisible intruder.
I went to Costco, like a true weekend warrior. I got there 15 minutes after it opened and filled my cart with delicious things. I was sure that if there had been a contest, then I would have won for healthiest cart. Salmon, gigantic strawberries, asparagus, corn, and fresh mozzarella. The car was loaded and back in the driveway at 10AM.
I celebrated my successful morning with a breakfast burrito, homemade.
And, then, still inspired by the early morning, the sun, and the greenery, I washed the dog.
That's her "I'm angry because I hate when you pour water on me" face.
She was very good, despite the fact that I was spraying her with a hose. I only chased her around the yard a couple of times. Once I was done, and she always knows when that is, she went crazy.
Success is going to Costco early on a Saturday then washing a two and a half year old black lab.
I rewarded myself with a Sex and the City marathon and graham crackers covered with the chocolate frosting that I successfully hid in the fridge.
Then I kinda got crabby because I realized Saturday was half-way over and I had to go to work the next day. And because I probably needed a nap due to my early wake-up call.
Later, K and I went out, dined alfresco at the best restaurant in the area, and were just fine having the sun shine in our face.
That's how I like my Saturdays: a little bit of chores, a little bit of running around in the sun with a dog, a little bit of SATC reruns, and a little bit of chillin with chilly drinks underneath an umbrella.
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