FRIDAY

• Invented some questionable vanilla-cornmeal cupcakes with a lime buttercream frosting after work.
• Accidentally watched a hockey game at a friend’s place. I sure accidentally watch a lot of sports in this here romantic relationship.
• Forgot to bring invented cupcakes with me. Of course.

SATURDAY

• Ate a cupcake for breakfast.
• Accidentally went to the Pride Parade.
• Looked at three apartments
• Left money and an application on one. Like all adventures in Boston real estate, crossing fingers it works out, but also hoping that maybe it doesn’t and we have to keep looking.
• Made a domestic arrangement with The Boy – he would do all the laundry and buy all the groceries, I would make him a highly-detailed grocery-list and stay home and clean. It takes about 2-3 hours to do laundry, so that was a lot of cleaning. Good thing I had every single dish in the entire apartment to wash.
• Did I mention that potential-new-apartment has a dishwasher? And free laundry in the building?
• Made a broccoli salad. It was good, and I don’t even like broccoli salad.
• Did a significant amount of wedding planning.
• Watched the Season One finale of Game of Thrones.

SUNDAY

• Made waffles. Second weekend in a row. I was fitted for my wedding dress two weeks ago and had it taken in a smidge. Watch me have to get it taken right back out in a month.
• Made salted caramel brownies.  A month or so ago, I made this recipe three times in two days with no issue whatsoever. This time, I burned the caramel TWICE, sending noxious smoke into the apartment while The Boy taught a trumpet lesson in the front room. Ahem.
• Ran 2.69 miles. Got really sweaty and exhausted.
• Flat-ironed my hair into an oblivion and trucked out to the end of the orange line for a barbecue with some of The Boy’s teacher friends. Ate two meals, three desserts, and drank what appeared to be an entire bottle of wine. Natch.
• Force-read the last 50 pages of a book before passing the heck out at 9 p.m.