A Crazy Weekend

This weekend was C-R-A-Z-Y!

First of all, we had a few people over on friday night. I made 3 lbs of cajun chicken pasta. Thats A LOT. It ended up being really good but that much pasta needs a lot of sauce.
All the ladies got spray tans and chatted while the guys played madden.
And then I stayed up until 2 am talk to my BIL.

Saturday I hung out with my dad. He has started dating which is super weird for me. I honestly can't think of a single woman he has dated since my parents got divorced when I was 7. To top it off, his new girlfriend is my realtor. She lives in the same town as me and is good friends with my mom. Strange. So now he keeps spending the night in my town and stopping by to say hi or hang out when his lady friend is busy.

My dad and I have been planning on making my grandma wooding's strawberry jam, so he came over and we went to the store to buy a million strawberries and then we ran over to the Polo store where Ben works to take full advantage of the friends and family sale they are running. Mike and his brother (Dan) met us there. Upon arrival Ben let us know that his mom asked him to move him and he said yes. When? Right when he got off work. Weird.

So we got my dad and Mike a bunch of nice new clothes and headed home. My dad and I made a ton of jam while the boys went car shopping. Then they came home and told us that Dan had found a Jeep online that looked like a really great deal. It was in Omaha. We live in Denver. When they found $60 plane tickets they made the final decision to take the 7 pm flight out and have a "brother adventure".

I packed my dad a cute little picnic basket for his date with my realtor including chocolate and wine and all kinds of things girls like, and then he was off. Right about the time I had taken a seat to enjoy the caprese salad I had just made myself, Ben got home and started packing. And then he drove to his parents house and I had the house to myself. No dad. No husband. No brother in law or free-loading roommate. Just me and my house that was covered in sticky pink jam.

So what did I do? I called up my girls to let them know I was down for a night out. I got home around 3 am.

By last night I was so tired that I couldn't even think. My boo got home around 11:30 and we finally went to sleep.

The end.