ah, weekend.

Alas, the end of another weekend.  How I will miss you sweet weekend, until such time as we may meet again.

Yes, I do like to wax poetic about the weekends, I love them.  Particularly productive ones.  For example:  This weekend I drank a bottle of wine, played SingStar until 3am, bought a gigantic new stock pot which I proceeded to fall in love with, made a lasagna, vacuumed, read a book, watched two movies, shoveled the front walk of my house so my groceries could be delivered, had groceries delivered, ripped out a good 2 feet of a lace scarf and started from scratch on smaller needles with the pattern doubled, continued work on a wedding blanket that by rights should have been done no later that December 15 (but will probably not actually be done until sometime in March at the earliest), watched football and slept.  I know, it's pretty impressive.



What I did not do was read any more of Atlas Shrugged.  I'm not that broken up about it.  Though there was an article about it in the Wall Street Journal over the weekend.  My boss brought it in for me to read, as we've talked about the book and the fact that I'm reading it (sort of).  It's pretty interesting, how the book is becoming more and more timely.


And that's about as serious and political as I think I'd ever like to get on here, so let's move on, shall we?  Tonight is finally the return of How I Met Your Mother and The Big Bang Theory so I am definitely looking forward to that tonight.  Speaking of HIMYM, did anyone see Neil Patrick Harris on SNL this weekend?  Can we discuss how the Doogie Houser theme instrumental was comedy gold?  It was pretty great.