Of a Weekend (+3 days)

Howdy Y'all!

Before I begin, I would like to take this moment to say that, while I want it to feel natural so that I can fit in (and imagine myself as Reese Witherspoon in Sweet Home Alabama), "y'all" feels weird in my mouth when I say it.  

However, I need to also point out that, despite my proximity to the 'burgh (Pittsburgh) during my formative years, I despise the other version, "yinz".  

*SHUDDER*  I can't believe I just typed that.  

I like the traditional "you all", and sometimes mix it up with a "yous guys" just for fun.  Handsome, however, would like to merge North & South in perfect harmony (and the Southerners groaned and started cleaning their muskets), and would like everyone to begin saying "yinz'all" in a demonstration of world peace.  He'd also like to merge, as he says, East & West.  He demonstrates this by wearing knee-high black socks with his shorts & sneakers.

In case his reasoning is lost on you, please know you are not alone.

So, back to this weekend+3days.  Wednesday morning, I packed up my things and my trusty steed Duke-a-loop, pointed the Jeep north, and started driving.  I unpacked, visited, partied and then repacked, pointed south, and drove again.  Now I'm home.

Now you know.  Feel free to go about your day.  There isn't anymore.

Except thats not true.  Maybe I got too comfortable doing that lying thing last week.
There's bunches more.

Here's a run-down of the festivities:

Colored Eggs

WITH...  *dun dun dunah!*


EASTER DUKE!

Visited with various Nieces, Nephews, Aunts, Uncles, Grands, Greats, Sibs & Parentals

Observed Bovine in their natural habitat 

(i.e.- my parent's back yard)

Celebrated 50 years of "sticking it out" for G&G S.
(woot woot Gram & Gramps!)

p.s.- My mom says thats not a very romantic way of putting it, but
I find the fact that someone wants to stick it out with another person quite romantic.
So there.

Experienced an actual Spring season

(we seem to have skipped straight to Summer)

and finally...

Soaked up all that is Pittsburgh right now:

And for tomorrow, I have the story of how a policeman found my wallet for me 20 miles south of Pittsburgh. 

Stay tuned.

Ready for my own bed, 

TFW