Return to Domesticity

Remember when I said that RP and I needed a wife?

Well, I have good news and I have bad news.

Good news: we have one.

Bad news: apparently it's me.

So, this weekend, after catching up on sleep and warmth from our frolic up north, I made my return to domesticity.

It started out with an exciting Friday night of the gym and the laundromat.

Warning: things got a little crazy.




Then came our series of social events:

• An appetizer party at my boss's house. I don't make appetizers, so I went with raspberry shortbread tarts.

• Football night with RP watching the cougs lose and eating an entire large pizza between the two of us.

• White-chocolate-popcorn-making-party with RP for our favorite 10 four-year-olds.

• A beach picnic with some of our favorite peeps, where I baked up a Texas sheet cake and pulled out some pulled pork (first time for everything). This little pot of yummy took only 15 hours to prepare.

Guess I've gone domestic. Go figure.