A Weekend Full of Green

Hello, dear friends.  Happy Sunday.  Did you remember to set your clocks ahead last night?  We didn't.  Hopefully, we'll catch up with the rest of the world by Wednesday.

The Mister took Friday off, so we enjoyed a nice long weekend. 

the accused
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the accomplice
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the crime scene

The weekend began with my little Chili finding a new clubhouse.  My perfect girl, who has never given me an ounce of trouble, decided to set up her new digs under the front steps.  Chili, the same girl who hates walking on grass or going out in the rain, decided to dig herself a passageway that only she could enter.  When I finally found her and begged her to come out, I was met with deaf ears.  Poor Chow was going crazy because all he wanted to do was be with his sister in her newfound girl cave.  He couldn't fit his head in there, let alone the rest of him!  After what seemed like hours of coaxing and bribing with "chickies" ( the gold standard of bribes), she came out.  When the Mister came home, he geared himself with a shovel,  a large rock, and the ultimate deterrent, chili powder (no pun intended) and closed down her hideaway.  We'll see how long that lasts.

I had no intention of seeing this movie because my girl Tina's last flick, Sisters, was such a bomb.  But last week I watched an interview on WWHL with Tina and the woman that she was portraying, and my curiosity peeked.  The Mister and I decided that since nothing was playing that I wanted to see we would give Whiskey Tango Foxtrot a whirl.  It was my pick this weekend because I begrudgingly sat through London Has Fallen last weekend.

The Mister and I were both pleasantly surprised by this film.  It enabled the viewer to get a birds eye view of the of what it's like to be a part of the press working in the war zone.  There were some light moments and some dark ones as well.  The story was well told, and the acting was believable. 

We woke up to a picture-perfect day on Saturday.  The Mister and I decided to hop in the car and head to Newport for some lunch and shopping.  It's not a bad ride - just about 90 minutes from our home.

As we approached the town, we noticed a lot of people on the streets walking.  Green seemed to be the color of the day.

Before we knew it, we found ourselves smack dab in the middle of the St. Patty's Day parade.  We rode around for awhile in search of a prized parking place. 

The Mister mumbled under his breath "this looks like a throw-up over your shoes kind of crowd."  I looked down at my new jacket and suede boots and said, "lets head home."

This morning is the beginning of another gorgeous day.  The Mister took Chowdah out for their first run of the season.

Guess it took a lot out of Chowdah.  

Today includes Mass and a little lunch.  I'm not sure what else.  But I do know we'll stay away from road trips.  We may even join Chili in her clubhouse.

Only 7 more days of winter to go!

Enjoy your Sunday.

Until next time...