Just the Two of Us

Three weeks and change until August 6.  I work next Saturday and somebody could come early, so this weekend my husband and I decided to dedicate a day to just the two of us. 

I woke up around 8:20, which was later than I had hoped.  Before I could sit down on the couch this morning, I was told it was raining on the Illinois/Indiana border and it was going to hit Indy around 10:00 a.m.  We decided to hit the shower and eat breakfast at the Zionsville Farmer's Market.  I had never been and was incredibly excited when my husband said we could buy two loaves of bread (I love bread) and challah rolls.

After Zionsville, we drove on the rainy back roads to the Danville Farmer's Market, two markets I had never visited were hit in a single day.  This market was quite small and less impressive than Zionsville, but I did find some delicious biscotti, I'm a sucker for twice baked Italian cookies, and a much coveted cinnamon roll.  It was not Cinnabon, but it was quite tasty.

Our next adventure was the movie theater. We were later than what we hoped and we decided to use a 15% off coupon at Burlington Coat Factory.  Our newly purchased, big ticket item is a booster seat that straps to a chair, which we will use in lieu of a traditional high chair... in six months.  With lots of time until the 1:30 showing, we went to Kohl's.  It sounds silly, but Kohl's touts a baby registry.  Online we found all kinds of fascinating items, including a cloth diaper wipe warmer, but sadly, the store yielded over-priced clothing.

Remains of bag #2

Off to the movie, where we loaded up on popcorn, a household favorite, and watched Tammy.  With the rain subsided and a sense of calm blanketing both myself and my husband, we ventured over to Barnes and Noble.  My husband was looking for a book to read and picked up two titles by Brandon Sanderson, while I searched and over searched for a journal.  This is courtesy of Matt's 98 year old grandmother. 

Back in May, she told me I should keep a journal and I told her I wouldn't always have something to write about, "Write about the weather," she said.  I found it hard to argue with, especially when grandma gave me money to fund the project.  Grandma is fascinating.  She has no idea how much a journal costs.  I could have used that money to purchase a beautiful and stunning leather bound journal with incredible detail and unique clasps, I could not talk my frugal self into making the purchase.  I purchased this beauty and can purchase several more thanks to grandma's generosity, and potential lack of cash counting.  This way, I can still purchase another four or so journals and thank grandma for her generosity everyday I write about the weather.

Off to Meijer to grab some acid reflux meds my doctor prescribed and time to put the pills to the test at Claddagh Irish Pub.  I was looking for cheese and found on the menu in the form of bacon mac and cheese.  Matt was concerned that I would be disappointed with this dish.  I told our server that I was expecting and was searching for a creamy mac and cheese.  He assured me that the dish would be creamy and if it did not meet my standards they could make it creamier or I could order something else.  The mac and cheese was tasty, but it was a portion larger than what I was willing to consume thanks to the acid reflux, but trust me when I say it will be a tasty treat at 3:00 a.m. 

There was one thing that we hoped to fit in our day that just did not make it, a nap.  As a reward to reading all the way to the end, here is a photo for you.  In case you are wondering, yes, someone has dropped.