Weekends were made for hard work.

Okay, so I'm suppose to update this even when I have nothing to say, and no time to say it. Apparently there are folks out there who live vicariously through Stace and I and want to know everything from what we had for breakfast to what color is the bathroom gonna be.

(French toast and "Antique Bone".)

Saturday: Sunshine and temps in the 70's returned this weekend to Northfield. The 8am ride with the Northfield Bicycle Club was the perfect opportunity for my friends and me to view the deaths of countless innocent leaves.

When I got home from the ride, Stace was gone! " I have way too much to do today." she said to me when I called her cell. "Come meet me and we'll run my errands together."

Mmmm, errands. That's why I live for Saturdays.

We joined up around 12 noon and she showed me her list. I love lists. Especially on Saturdays. With commando like precision, we knocked out things on her list:

1. Bought a frame in Lakeville, MN. It only took us 46 minutes to decide.

2. Picked up Stace's license plates at the dealership in Golden Valley, MN.

3. Bought wine in Downtown Minneapolis (and a sixpack of Lakefront's Octoberfest for me).

4. Lunch in a hurry at Panera in Downtown Minneapolis.

5. Picked up wedding dress in Bloomington, MN after alterations. This also took 46 minutes.

6. Returned items to Lands End store.

7. Home by 5:00pm. (Keep in mind all of these stops are on different ends of Minneapolis)

Sunday: More sunshine. I get up and make Multi-grain French toast with apple slices and tea for both of us. "I'm being, like, the perfect guy." I think to myself. "I can do no wrong."

Stace says, "Hey honey, please call Mark today about the speakers for the reception. Did you call Randy about the rehearsal time?"

"Not yet, I will after football today."

"Please call Thomas to make sure he knows too. And you said you would call the reception hall to see what time you can get in on Saturday morning. Did you?"

"Not yet."

*silence*

"Oh, did you return that e-mail to your Mom?"

I say, "Hey, I was going to prune the apple tree!" which was a lie.

*awkward silence*

"Ya know, these things will take you less than an hour." She said. (plus now I HAVE TO prune the apple tree for real!)

I can't wait to go to work so I can relax.