A romantic weekend at home

After a long bout with Ye Old Winter Cold, we took my inlaws up on their offer to give us a weekend at home sans kids. I planned a special dinner for WH and we had a grand time reminiscing over fancy meals and other relaxing times we'd spent together. We are like any other couple: we enjoy an occasional candlelit dinner where we complete our sentences and don't ever think about cutting up anyone else's food. We talked about house renovations and church matters, and I confess we did bring up funny things the kids had said or done recently.

Oh, and then we slept in until 9:45am (and we only got up then because someone was knocking on our door to borrow something) and had a leisurely omlet and multiple cups of tea.

And since our definition of relaxing is "working at a slow pace" we also did this:





I say "we" but really I was just committed to watching and providing moral support (and I brought the laptop out on the back porch when at one point it seemed like the neck would never come off...what did farmers do before the internet?). But I did cheer him on, and dutifully stuck that guy in the crockpot for tomorrow's lunch.

And I made my first liver pate using this recipe from the Healthy Home Economist. It's mostly bacon, so how bad can that be? I have only tasted it- I'll have to report back later once it's fully chilled and I pick up some gluten free crackers.

I cleaned out the desk drawers and our kitchen junk drawer in attempt to organize my paperwork, and WH vacuumed out my car (since there were no carseats in it). Then he cut down the row of Christmas trees that were supposedly serving as landscape for our front lawn. They were beautiful covered in snow during the month of December, but they looked ridiculous in June. But they are gone and the meager azaleas that were grasping for life in their shadows now have room to fill in and make our entry way presentable.

The leisurely work is finished, my hair is curled and makeup is on, and we are off to Chipotle for a fun dinner. We're in the middle of the BBC version of Emma so we'll watch that when we return. How's that for a perfect romantic weekend?

See, we're just like every other couple.