Working for the Weekend

Don't you just lurrrv weekends?

All work-week long, even years after we've given up our party-hardy college ways, we wait for Friday so we can let loose. Even when we love our jobs, weekends represent that low-key time with family and friends. Time to catch up and get caught up with chores and errands. Friday nights are pizza nights, catch-as-catch-can nights, dinner-in-front-of-the-TV nights. Bedtime? Who cares.

Well, except at our house: we still have to get up by 9 on Saturday mornings, so the cleaning ladies [Yippee! Cleaning ladies!] can have their run of the house. So we do try to get everyone in bed by midnight. Me included.

[Note: Steve invariably is in bed by 10:15 p.m. and is up by 6:30 a.m. The whole stay-up-late-and-sleep-in thing is anathema to him.]

Our Saturday-morning routine varies a little, depending on what else is planned for the day and how rich and hungry we are. On nothing-planned mornings just after payday and if everyone is very hungry, we go to Cora's for a slow, delicious breakfast. On busy-broke mornings, we hit McDonald's.

This past Saturday (just after payday), the line-up at Cora's was too long, so Emily, Peter and I went to Kettleman's Bagels. The food and coffee were great, so I think we'll go back there again. (Steve and Brian were camping in the wet, wet woods.)

Wood-oven, Montreal-style bagels, smokey, slightly sweet and hard as rocks.
YUM!

Chocolate Homentaschen. YUM again!

Peter's slowly learning to be my photography subject.

Lox and bagel with cream cheese, Bermuda onions, capers and tomato.
The bagel on the right is Peter's BLT.
YUM again-again!

After breakfast, Peter wandered the mall while Emily and I decided to go for mani-pedi.

(You should've seen the looks the elderly woman beside Emily gave us!
Like she'd never seen two-tone hair or nose piercings.
Or a mother taking pictures of her daughter.
The lady's hair was burnt-orange and her face was sour. No lie.)

Emily wanted stripes, but the aesthetician wasn't sure about that.
So she got an abstract flower instead.

Happy toes!
They were in desperate need, with all the work I've done in the garden.

After that, we went shopping, natch, then went home to take care of the pool and the laundry. A Saturday well spent.