There are no pictures for this post because I didn’t want to lug my honkin’ camera around. It was 96 degrees outside…)
The farmer and I had our 7-year-anniversary on Sunday, so he took the weekend off and spent it with me. We took Peanut to my dad’s, hung out with him and my step-mom for a while, and then debarked on our first weekend baby-free.
It was a lazy weekend, really, and it was wonderful. I’m usually the type of person that goes crazy with free-time, feeling like I have to jam everything I’ve ever wanted to do in life into a day. (I’m a spaz and I need therapy.) But, this weekend was different. Don’t get me wrong; we kept the road hot, but I didn’t actually have plans.
Saturday morning, we started the day off with a trip to Panera. (Some things never change. They just can’t.) Then, we did a little shopping, went to Bass Pro, ate a lil’ Mexican (food, that is), and then we went to see the new Pirates of the Carribean movie, which, by the way, was 2 1/2 hours of disappointment, in my opinion.
From there, we hit the road to Branson planning to meander around the Landing and have dinner. We ended up at Famous Dave’s, a barbecue joint, because Texas Land & Cattle only had outdoor seating and it was blasted HOT. Here, I ate 3/4 of an amazing hamburger and then proceeded to Orange Leaf, where I ate myself into oblivion.
See, I had never been to Orange Leaf before. For those of you who haven’t heard of it, it’s a self-serve frozen yogurt joint. So, it’s completely healthy and calorie-free. I loaded up the bowl with cake-flavored frozen yogurt and a dab of the strawberry flavor along with strawberries, blackberries, coarsely chopped graham crackers and waffle cones, and chocolate sprinkles. I ate every single bite. And the proudest moment for me was when the farmer looked inside my empty bowl, eyes bulging in shock. It was seriously the best thing ever and I highly recommend my concoction to anyone that hasn’t been there.
We took a leisurely stroll back to the car and just drove around Branson for a while because that’s just what we do. We like to drive around. Some of our best times are spent in the car, whether it be in deep conversation or singing at the top of our lungs, dancing like idiots, and laughing so much our stomachs hurt. (That was Saturday night.)
Sunday, we got up and did our Sunday ritual (Panera for breakfast before church. Don’t ask me how I’m going to cope when I live 25 miles from the nearest Wal-Mart. This is my future.) Dad and Mandy, aka my step-mom, brought Peanut to church and we enjoyed Sunday service while all was right in my world.
It was a good weekend.
Glad you had fun! We had a blast with Peanut!!