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What We Did This Weekend

Sometimes you look back at a weekend and wonder how it went so fast, especially one with an extra day. But then you remember...

(1)
Homework
...furrealz here people. It's getting crazy. Now that Chris has started grad school we are super lame-o, married people on Friday nights. And we call 'shotgun' for the desktop computer with the 32" screen. And we drink coffee in copious amounts. 

(2)
Flooring
We have decided to replace all of the carpet in our house with hardwood to match the hardwood in the main living area. This wouldn't be such a time consuming activity if we had decided not to do it ourselves. I did say we are working on our Masters degrees, which means we aren't actually smart yet. 

(3) 
Babies
No, not ours. Our good friends had a baby this weekend! So to celebrate we decided on a baby name of our own while working on the floor. Again, I stress, we are lame-o. 

(4) 
Paint
In the process of putting new floor down we have marked up a few of the walls. So we decided to paint the office/den once the floor is complete. Since Home Depot had a great sale on paint this weekend we bought four gallons. And I did something I don't normally have the guts to do: I let Chris choose the color. Ahhh...what was I thinking?!?! 

(5)
Smashburger
After all that flooring, I was in no mood to make dinner, so we chugged down Slim-Fast shakes. But when we got tired of those we tried a new burger joint, Smashburger. I will say, it was just ok. Maybe I ordered the wrong thing. Oh well.


Ughh...we need to plan more fun!

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