Until next year St. Patrick.

 This weekend can best be told through photos...



I finished my closet...ta-da!



Finally found a kitchen table!



Did P90X yoga with Jon.



Had dinner with my parents.  My dad prepared amazing ribs.



My closet required a lot more work than I anticipated, so keep in mind if you are wanting to paint an area of your house to not start at 7:00 on a week night with the hopes to have it complete in a couple of hours.  My kitchen table was a surprise purchase..I was actually looking for a sofa, but still no luck.  Which is really disappointing to me because that means I'll have to make more visits to furniture stores where I repeatedly tell the sales person I'm looking for a light cream, oyster color and they continue to show me dark greens.  Get it together people.  I'm really sore today from yoga, which surprised me.  I normally have yawned so much from concentrating on breathing that I mentally check out after 10 minutes.  Jon and I completed about 45 minutes of it so I'll go ahead and pat myself on the back for that one.  Thank God we did yoga because the dinner my dad made that night was to-die-for.  He had marinated the ribs overnight and had them cooking over 4 hours...I can't even describe the party my taste buds had.  Can't leave my mom out, she made a rum cake that made Jon and I feel like we were taking literal shots of rum. Yowza!

It's one of those rainy Mondays where I contemplated being "sick" but came in because I know how the employment god's work and it never fails I'll end up needing that day back at some point.

Jon's on Spring Break and I'm on Spring Work.  It really isn't fair, but neither is having to watch King of the Hill for hours on end.  Just kidding, I love you Jon.