Last weekend was a good weekend.
It was a busy week at work, topped off with a section of the CPA exam. I was really looking forward to chillaxin' on Friday. I got home to find that Greg had gone home early to make me dinner. I called him earlier in the afternoon and he rushed off the phone saying he was "busy" at "work." That sneaky boy. He said he'd been planning it since last Monday. He even hid groceries in plain sight in the bottom drawer of the fridge (that's a pretty good sign that me ≠ cook).
[Aside]: I'm terrible at surprises for Greg. I can barely contain my excitement and usually end up spilling the beans to Greg because I'm too excited. In contrast, Greg is like a master of surprises. He carefully crafts his plans. He bides his time. He conspires with friends/co-workers. I usually show up being all like, wha?
- Spinach salad with strawberries, walnuts, and poppy seed dressing
- Garlic cheese breadsticks made from scratch
- Lasagna (We ended up with a ton of leftovers, which means lasagna for lunch! Every day!)
The next morning, Greg made me breakfast in bed - scrambled eggs with turkey, onions, spinach, and cheese served on biscuits.
There was lots of quality hang out time this weekend. After a busy few weeks, I felt like I missed my husband even though I'd seen him every day, so this weekend was nice to just veg out with Greg.
[Edit]: I forgot to mention that Greg, in addition to making dinner last Friday, ALSO baked a batch of peanut butter/chocolate chip/oatmeal cookies that were pretty yummy. We got the recipe from a friend and it was a large recipe - we baked the other half of the batch on Sunday.