DVR Date

Saturday was beautiful. Or so it seemed the 3 times I took the dog out for 5 minutes.

Sunday, it rained! So no feelin' guilty there! Right? Sighs.

The hubby and I discovered over the weekend that our DVR went all uber-efficient on our asses this past week (or two). With the new seasons of our shows and the list of new things we may or may not want to watch, the available percentage withered lower and lower. Add in how tired we were from the week, and our adventures in dating took a less than dramatic turn.

Let's not talk about how I like my DVR to be clean and orderly. Like my inbox. And my sock drawer. And perhaps I did take all the silverware out of the silverware drawer the other day and then re-place it back in a more orderly manner. Bah.

I marinaded steaks and grilled them, and I Paula Deen-ed a chicken. We had real side dishes. I baked apples and baked potatoes. Not together. Separate side dishes there.

I MADE CHEESY GARLIC BREAD. From scratch. Points? I should get them. Lots of them. I have never even attempted that before.

That is date-y and romantic. I fed the one I love this weekend. Lots. Pretty plates of food eaten together on the couch, while watching Modern Family and The Office. Saturday Night Live, Parenthood, and The Soup.

We're still at 80%. Which is not acceptable. The large percentage of used DVR space haunts me in my bed at night. Don't. Like. It.

Did like stayin' in my pajamas, the newly discovered level of hatred my husband seemingly has for Katy Perry, and sleeping in past 8 am.

Lazy weekends? Still one of my favorite husband-wife activities.