Friday was a rather awesome day. I had a work picnic out in Virginia, so I spent approximately two hours there and the rest of the day lounging at our complex pool. I finished my book, talked to my mom, and bought a box of graham crackers just because I love them. Jason got home early, which is always nice and even better when I’m actually home to greet him. The Carters very kindly invited us over for kabobs, which were like summer manna to those of us without a grill. Post-dinner we tossed a frisbee back and forth and I tried to redeem myself from Jason and my last game of frisbee, which occurred in the summer of 2008 and ended with a bloody lip for me because I am terrible at catching and throwing and pretty much all things of or related to frisbee.
The Carters also introduced us to Zinga!, the frozen yogurt sensation that is sweeping the ward. Two things won me over: the cup dividers, so one’s chocolate and fruity flavors don’t mix, and the wall-mounted candy dispensers. I’m always a little turned off by frozen yogurt topping bins that are within the reach of spitty toddlers, an issue solved by these hotel cereal-esque containers.
Saturday was a lazy day, punctuated by a matinee showing of The Way Way Back, and a trip to the grocery store. In the evening we ate pizza and read, as we so often do. We also put together a key lime icebox cake in anticipation of Sunday dinner.
Sunday. Church. I remembered mid-sacrament meeting that I’m teaching YW next week. Eek. Upon our arrival at home, we were greeted by the savory aroma of homemade meatballs simmering in the crock pot. We had meatball subs with green peppers and caramelized onions for dinner, followed by the aforementioned key lime icebox cake. Neither course disappointed. The evening was spent talking to family (or trying to, in the case of those Pullans) and crocheting and reading more. This was our first weekend at home together in five weeks and it was nice.