My weekend was SO EXCITING. Okay, not really. It was satisfying though.
Saturday: I had lunch out with my Mom here, where we drank $9 glasses of wine and I ate moules frite. I adore some moules but every time I order it I feel like I'm playing shellfish roulette and I wonder, will this be the day I get a bad mussel? It hasn't happened yet but I'm sure my day is coming. After lunch we toddled over to the chocolate shop so I could buy an assortment of gross candy that nobody but me likes (chocolate covered gummi bears and Trolli gummi cola bottles, to be specific. See? Stop making that face.) and then we went to see Juno which is 100% worth the hype. I swears.
On the way home it was snowing and I took this picture of the house, but forgot to turn off the flash (get clicky to see the full size):
Cool, right? It's snowing magic, y'all!
Then I went inside and Stella arranged herself thusly:
I tried to tell her how much I love her with a hug but she glared at me and stalked off to listen to Morrissey and practice her goth eyeliner look.
Sunday I worked on the fucking bathroom of doom. Here's when I started. I KNOW SHUT UP.
Here's the progress I made along with a dust-filled self portrait: