Nice little Sunday

It's 9:38 on a Sunday morning--do you realize how long it has been since I last woke up with a wicked hangover? It just occurred to me, as Jed and I were having breakfast (at the kitchen table, no less), and I shared the sentiment with him....Kinda strange, to wake up on the weekend without a raging headache, nausea, and wondering if I made a complete ass of myself the night before. Mind you, the madness will happen again, although not in the near future. Worry not, fellow dashers, I'll be back, and with a vengeance.

Kinda am feeling rather like Frank the Tank at Mitch's big breakup blowout (prior to funneling a massive amount of beer, harassing Snoop, and streaking through the neighborhood):

Frank: I told my wife I wouldn't drink tonight. Besides, I got a big day tomorrow. You guys have a great time.
College Student: A big day? Doing what?
Frank: Well, um, actually a pretty nice little Saturday, we're going to go to Home Depot. Yeah, buy some wallpaper, maybe get some flooring, stuff like that. Maybe Bed, Bath, & Beyond, I don't know, I don't know if we'll have enough time.

Jed and I are antiquing today. That's right--antiquing. When did "antique" become ok to use as a verb? Why not just say, "going shopping for antiques?" I mean, if I were going to buy some crank, I wouldn't say, "I'm going cranking." Or if I were heading out to purchase a tube of toothpaste, it's not called "toothpasting." Just a thought.

Oh, and here's a picture of our newly painted house...It looks great!