I will not complain about Monday.

The title is a lie. I will complain about Monday. It sucks.

This weekend was wonderful, though! Nice and relaxing :) It started with a Friday night Panera date. Sitting outside and people watching while eating a yummy bowl of clam chowder: my ideal, old lady/married couple Friday night outing! Then it was home to relax on the couch, watch some One Tree Hill while Josh watched Scrubs (Netflix, you're awesome) on the couch, and then bed at old lady/married couple bedtime. It was awesome!

Saturday was productive day. We cleaned up around the house (much overdue as last weekend's headache kind of destroyed any chance of productiveness) and finally unpacked from the beach, bwhahaha. We got a Hungry Howie's pizza for lunch, and then headed home to do some yard work. I trimmed the hedges, while Josh cleaned out the gutters. Josh used caulk to mend one of the gutters. Of course, immature jokes about the sound of the word "caulk" ensued. It was fun.

However, while we were being productive outside, we kept hearing crazy laughs/cries/yells/gibberish, etc. We glance next door to discover it's our crazy neighbor. Oh, dear, guys. This guys' house sticks out like a sore thumb in our neighborhood. Everyone else takes great care of their houses, their lawns, their cars, etc. Our neighbor's house is falling apart, a rusty old car sits in the front yard, enormous antennas line the back of his house as if he's in the CIA, and his backyard is covered in blue tarp. We have always been weirded out by our neighbor, but he has always seemed to act okay. Until Saturday. We had heard these laughs/cries/yells/gibberish sounds at about 5am Saturday morning (Ellie was protecting us from them by growling on the bed), but thought nothing of them. Well, this dude is legit crazy and must have been off some kind of meds. He was crawling, yes crawling like a baby, down his driveway while letting out his laughs/cries/yells/gibberish sounds. He was scratching his head repeatedly. He was punching his rusty car and yelling at it telling it to stop. I figured out the weird sounds he was repeating was actually, "welllll noooo fuuuuuck." Oh, dear, guys. Oh, freaking, dear. He was freaking me out. Needless to say, we made sure to lock and deadbolt all of our doors that night. Creepy mofo. 

Anyways, Saturday night, Josh went to the store to get stuff from dinner. He came back with two amazing NY strips, some chocolate muffins for Sunday morning, and some lovely flowers - good husband :) The steaks were amazing. 

Sunday was super lazy day! We did a little more cleaning, but mostly lazed around the house. I went out in search of a mail sorter, as our dining room table is always covered in bills, but was unsuccessful. I did come back with a new collar and leash combo for Mr. Wrangler, and a new bra for myself from Target, woop woop! That's a success :) We grilled out again for dinner (mmm chicken) and then had a lazy night.

I <3 lazy weekends!