The weekend went by entirely too fast. One minute I was sipping a Starbucks shaken iced tea on the porch and the next I was back at my desk, doing payroll. Why, Monday? Why?
Oh well, at least the weather was nice enough to allow for that porch time, brief as it was. And, I managed to get one container of flowers planted. I was pretty disappointed with the selection of flowers in my local nurseries, however, and will have to expand my search for flowers for the six remaining planters.
In an effort to salve my disappointment, Hugh and I took the Man-Cub to see The Avengers in 3D at the local cinema. Now, ask anyone in my family and they will tell you, that, while growing up, I was a big comic book geek (helloo, sister), but; I never really got into The Avenger comics (I mean graphic novels. Geeks are so pretentious these days), so; I didn't really know what to expect from the movie.
I mean, Thor? The Hulk? How entertaining could it be?
Put down the lynching rope, comic book geeks; I ended up liking the movie. Like, a lot. Much credit goes to the snappy commentary by Iron Man, AKA Tony Stark, AKA Robert Downey, Jr., AKA The Best Hollywood Rehab Success Story, evah. I anxiously await The Avengers Part Two.
I did, however, feel a need to balance out the science fiction part of my weekend with a good old fashioned chick-flick tearjerker so; The Teenager and I watched New Year's Eve together on Sunday. We laughed. We cried. We drooled over the man-candy that is Josh Duhamel, Zac Efron and one Mr. Jon Bon Jovi. Well, I drooled over Mr. Bon Jovi; The Teenager fails to appreciate the hotness of a forty-five year old rock star with no drug addiction, who; is in a stable, long-term marriage to his high-school sweetheart, raising a houseful of children while running a philanthropic restaurant on the side (And I ask you; where did I go wrong?).
All in all, it was a really great weekend.
Oh, it could have lasted longer, but, that damn Monday is a bitch who will not be denied.