One for the books …I just had the most fabulous weekend! It began when I got home from work Friday to find that the Kate Spade notebook I had bought on E-bay arrived in the mail. It is so adorable! On top of that, Brian was in the mood for Indian food (yea!) so we ordered take out, which we picked up after our ritual Friday night grocery shopping (I love grocery shopping – something with a list, surrounded by food, ahhhh). We awoke the next day to wonderful, sunny (for the first time in weeks!) Saturday morning. After a trip to the playground with the kids and a quick lunch, my sister called with news of the Kate Spade bag my mother bought. (The bag story is way too long and sordid to go on about here, but suffice to say that there were two bags involved after two trips to Nordstrom and another store – one bag was real, one not and my big sister orchestrated my receipt of the real one! What can I say, she’s always got my back.) The afternoon was filled with crisp breezes rushing through the windows. It felt so wonderful during a short afternoon nap. I actually had to get under the covers! As Brian, the kids and I were taking an early evening walk, our neighbors invited us over to grill. As luck would have it, we already had steaks marinating, so we took them up on the offer, met two new friends who were at our neighbors house in the process and had a great Pina Colada to boot. I had to leave a bit early, though, because I had a date (yes, a date). I ran home, put a mask on my face while watching a rerun of Sex and the City, showered, then primped while listening to George Michael’s “Freedom,” taking me back to my college days. My dates, That F and his boyfriend G (I think I’ll call them F&G from now on) came to get me and the night began. We met up with another friend at a hip downtown restaurant/bar called Metro. I felt like the Belle of the Ball. I walked in with three gorgeous guys and I swear I had to be the envy of all the ladies who seemed to be there in large gaggles. (Never mind that all my escorts aren’t exactly looking at the women!) After a few drinks and great conversation, we headed to the Park to dance the night away. I just love dancing with gay men! We had the most fabulous time dancing, talking and letting loose a bit. That F commented while we were on the dance floor that apparently there was one working mother of two who really had to get out! He was right. Sunday was another great weather day, although I felt a bit woozy from the night before. Out of the blue a friend called to say that she and her family were road-tripping from Boston to Dallas with their newborn and could she meet up with us for lunch. The boys were a bit rowdy, but lunch with them was wonderful and their little boy, Ethan, is just precious. We then returned home and took a long afternoon nap, which I sorely needed. I had a laid back remainder of the evening and watched the Sex and the City final season premiere. What the hell was Carrie wearing, by the way? The cherry on top of the whole weekend, though, is that it may be a Monday, but it’s my last Monday for two weeks! I’m meeting up with my sis and her family for a beach week next week and couldn’t be more excited. As That F always says, “Is life good or what?”