After what I deemed a "housewife day" on Thursday, where I did the grocery shopping, cleaned the whole apartment, and had dinner ready when Mr. H came home, I decided that it was worth it to me to buy some spin shoes. I did spin that morning and decided that I go to class enough to warrant and deserve it. A trip to REI on Friday made me the proud new owner of a set of beautiful white Shimanos.
On Saturday, I went to kettlebell in the morning (which included an extremely unfortunately incident of me smacking myself in the head with the 10 lb weight and feeling a bit headachey for the rest of the weekend) and Mr. H played basketball with his friends. With a few hours to kill before we went to the in-laws for dinner, we decided to head over to the mall to walk around for a little bit. While talking it over, I laid it on pretty thick. I told him how much I wanted and needed that Louie Vuitton purse and how long I had wanted it for and basically begged. And, much to my surprise, he gave in! I am the proud new owner of a speedy bag and I want to shout it from the rooftops without having everyone think that I'm a spoiled little brat. At this point, I'm going to try to keep it quiet. But we'll see what happens by the end of the day :).
Overall, we had a really great weekend. Mr. H decided to take Friday off at the last minute and we spent a ton of time together. We visited my family and his family and even made a trip up to an area where we would consider buying a home in the future to look around at what was available in our price range. All in all, it was relaxing and fun and I just enjoyed the time with my husband. I know it's ridiculous, but after long weekends like that, I always end up sitting at work and missing him like crazy. I just think he's perfect and I love him to death. The end :).
Edit: this means that the road bike, and consequently, the triathlon, are getting put on hold indefinitely...oh well! Pin It