Why is it that three days weekends never seem long enough? The rain has finally moved in so we spent most of our time inside, strategizing about the upcoming move (this is where living with an architect comes in handy - we have a scale plan of our new place and we can just move the furniture around to see where it fits).
We ate quesadillas with as much Tapatio as possible.
I played around with yarn (because it's been way too long since I've picked up my crochet hooks).
We had friends over for homemade pasta.
And watched the rain come down and down and down.