First full week of work in a while, and it includes a Saturday event. Already tired.
We managed to do a wedding thing! Woohoo!
There is not ~theme~ or any of that other junk, so when it came time to handle invitations, we looked to our home for inspiration...In this case, it means we have West Ham colored invitations.
Tonights impromptu climbing date resulted in me nailing a bouldering route on the first try (I attempted, and failed at it at least 4 times last Wednesday), and mastering a 5.7 rated top rope climb. Hutch's bouldering skills are quickly returning, and we're getting better at coaching each other while belaying.
(generic post about Inaguration feelings)
Unsuccessful picture of our successful first climbing date of the year. What better way to prepare for marriage than holding each other 20 feet off the ground using tiny ropes?
My poor, wilted birthday flowers. It's probably time to let them go.
Not sure if I'm more proud or ashamed of how much of my three day weekend I spent in a nest on the couch reading.
Our little front yard evergreen is all icicle-y and pretty after a weekend of disgusting freezing rain.
Cake*, enchilada soup, #texas.
*which is not burned, despite appearances.