It was a good weekend. Saturday was rainy and the Wife and I watched all three Madascar movies. Also I cut down a birch tree that the wife wanted cut down. She wanted a mango tree cut down too, but I didn’t cut it. Sunday I mowed the yard and got some sun on our sun deck, while the Wife went to Stingray City. Then last night we went to a friends house and hung out. And that was my weekend.
I seem to notice that the first five days after the weekend that are the hardest.. Is it just me?