It's a two cup morning

It was a long weekend...which means a short week. Although the weather wouldnt let us relax by the pool as much as we wanted, we got in just about every summer activity we love.

Friday night we ate some delicious cajun food with friends, and walked next door to a wine and cigar bar. They had a walk in humador, so Matt was in heaven. Except for my picture taking, which was impeding the selection process.

Saturday our plans (perfectly laid out, I might add), had to go on rain delay. Matt spent the morning getting measured for a tux (for sisters wedding, I'm not that on top of it), and I spent the morning with a cup of coffee and these ladies.

Did anyone see Kelly's nervous breakdown coming? Team Bethenny all the way.

We made it to the pool for a little bit Saturday afternoon, but the ran caught up with us again, so we headed to our favorite rainy day pasttime, eating. Specifically, mexican.

I may have been the only girl, but nothing a basket of chips can't solve.

After braving the rain for church Sunday morning, we rewarded ourselves with a trip to the Mountain. Yogurt Mountain.

Matt's not the only one who can cheese for the camera.

We made it out to Trussville for another cookout. A small Husky reunion, if you will.

We learned a valuable lesson Monday morning. Hot coffee+run in the noon time heat=disaster. You heard it here first.

After a little shopping (Lesson 2 -TV remotes don't hold up well in the washer), we headed back out to Trussville to celebrate Matt's dad's birthday. This usually means my favorite drink, a Searson classic, the beergartia. I prefer to think of them as skinny.

Blog star Matt and the beergarita.

Depsite the rain, we had a great weekend. If you need me, I'll be making cup number 3.

Try not to disturb this one.