This morning I woke up and as I was brushing my teeth I noticed our little countdown Santa read: 07!
Meaning, 1 week till Christmas! I feel more giddy about this fact then a little kid. This year, as usual, I feel very prepared. I’m also feeling so excited because this is the first Christmas that Ryan and I will spend as husband and wife. We will finally wake up Christmas morning together instead of him travelling over to my parents home. It will be nice to begin our own Christmas family traditions!
This past weekend started out on Friday night with gingerbread house making after supper! We sat down and decorated the humble abode.
Saturday morning Ryan and I got up and going to head to the city. Our first stop was an early lunch (we meant to have breakfast but didn’t show up in time) at McDonalds. I was pretty happy to have my Happy Meal.
The reason for the trip to the city was going to a shower for one of my best friends, Bekk. The gift was packed up and Ryan was going to drop me off then finish his Christmas shopping. Just as we approached the road I decided to take the invite out to check the house number. This is what it said….
I JUST realized in that moment that the shower was on the 16th and Saturday was the 15th of December…
Luckily, the day wasn’t ruined. We got some Christmas shopping done and then went for a steak supper at one of our favorite places, The Keg with friends and co-worker Pat and Carolyn.
Sunday morning was a re-do. Ryan drove me down to the city again and dropped me off for the shower, on the right day! He sped off to finish his Christmas shopping while I had a great time at Bekk’s shower! Her friends did a great job of hosting.
Thankfully, I was off yesterday for the sole purpose of heading BACK to the city (again!) to finish my Christmas shopping. The only person I had left to shop for was Ryan. I am so happy to say that everything is purchased and half is wrapped!
Ryan’s been having some very hard shifts at work because of the bad weather. I thought I’d make sure a nice supper was ready for him when he got home for supper. I prepared one of his favorites, honey glazed pork chops and stuck them in the oven for the allotted time.
I sat down in the living room to watch some t.v while it was cooking. Next thing I knew, Ryan walked in and asked what was burning. I quickly shot up (still half asleep) and opened the oven door. Smoke began billowing out and the fire alarms started going off.
And here my husbands DELICOUS supper…
Of course Ryan was the sweetest about it and actually ate it! I couldn’t help but laugh every time he tried to cut it with his knife.
How was your weekend?