So if some of you didn’t know already, but the Saints actually won the Superbowl.  I sort of watched it.  As in, I read during the game and watched all the commercials (and possibly that really awesome interception by Poiter…okay, so I may have watched more of it…don’t jugde.)

Time to back up and get all of the weekend.

Saturday:

Hubby actually stayed home and helped me put the rest of the shelves, pictures, and curtains back up.  Then I was able to finally clean out the guest room and get the rest of the house back into shape.

So I may have had a crabby moment that morning, stating that he works too much and I never get to hang out with him and that I was jealous of his job. Yes, I admit it. I’m jealous sometimes of his job.  Job gets to have him all the time, 7 days a week.  And what do I get – a few nights with rehearsals pushed in and others where he falls asleep on the couch.  I don’t call the quality time together. 

He actually saw my point.  But he came back with “But when this job is over it will be better. I promise. I’ll be around more and I won’t work weekends anymore.”  I’ve heard that one before, at ever other job he has done.  Oh, did I forget to mention that he doesn’t get paid by the hour, but salary.  So all those weekends he works are for FREE!!!  Not cool in my book. But it is his own choice to do those things and I can’t usually say a whole lot.

Or that 27 hour day he did before we left for MN.  Yeah, that one was interesting.

Anywho, he decided to stay and help me around the house and I got to be greedy with his attention.  He was mine all day long and I was soaking it in.

Then his friend calls to have him pick up a door for him and help him install it.  At least it was at 6 and we were mostly done.

Fast forward to about 12 am.  They are STILL not done installing the door and I’m tired and cold.   So my friend and I hop into their bed and fall asleep for 2 MORE HOURS!!  That’s right people, he finally decides we should go home at 2 in the morning. 

Never mind that we both have to play at church in the next day.

Sunday:

Hubby gets up and leaves to play for the church orchestra.  While I get to sleep in a little longer because I’m playing for a Lutheran church that morning that is 5 minutes down the road. 

Everything goes good, until I decide to play a completely different version of one piece of their liturgy.  I don’t realize this until I’m half way through.  Ha!

After church my brother actually comes over to the house to visit.  It is okay. His fiance is obviously not there.  We talk about the wedding, and other stuff going on in his life.  Then he gives me the kicker right before he leaves.  He tells me that he is inviting one of our mutual friends to the wedding, but that if I want to invite any more of them that they will have to pay $30 a plate. 

I stare at him flabbergasted.  And this is what I told him. “I’m not going to invite people to your wedding.  That is just rude.  And besides you don’t like any of my friends.”

He proceeds to say that is not true.  And I say, “Well, then why do you always say no when I’m having get togethers.”

He is silent and blames it on all the wedding stuff, being busy and what not.  Hmm….something doesn’t add up here.

I let it go and he leaves.  I make Hubby get a hair cut.  We do some errands and then we head over to a friends house to watch the game.  No kids, and I was making brownies.  Win Win situation if you ask me.

After the game we all head outside and watch all the fireworks, horns blaring, and the drunkin’ idiots run down the street yelling “Who Dat!?”  It was seriously funny.

Only in the south.

Well, that was my weekend.  How was yours?

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