We move in less than two weeks. I got a lot of packing done this weekend, so I’m feeling a bit rockstar-ish.
One of the things I’ll miss about living with my in-laws is their awesome back deck. We’ve had many great family dinners out there during the approximately six weeks a year when there’s no snow and no mosquitos in Chicagoland.
This spring, they got a new awning/canopy thingamajig (I never know what you call those things). It provides some fantastic shade, which is much appreciated by the pasty white members of our family.
We had a great BBQ out there for Mother’s Day.
Tell me those suckers don’t make your mouth water.
Even better when your man throws them on the grill, all caveman-like. Arrrr. Me skewer vegetable. Arrrr. Me grill meat. (Thump chest.)
We like to get all ethnic with our BBQ. This Persian rice was to DIE for.
As were the lime-juice marinated chicken kabobs. I’m guessing cavemen probably didn’t sprinkle lime juice over their meat. Thank God for evolution.
Then, the other day, the girls set up a nail salon outside with some friends.
The Muse is a sign-making maniac.
The Muse’s friend was on manicure duty.
She’d apparently had her nails done recently as well. Fancy.
He just popped up and started staring at me.
I tried to stay unthreatening as I ran to grab my camera.
He apparently didn’t fell too threatened, since he sat down and started scratching himself.