friday night date night

I love going on dates. I love getting ready for dates - dressing nice, putting on makeup, doing my hair just right. I’m a girly girl at heart - I like to look nice when going out. However, when dates can’t happen, I suck it up, put on my work clothes and nasty looking tennis shoes, and accompany the FH (future husband) to the house for some quality time.

We (and when I say we, I really mean him - I was just there for moral support) spent the evening last night laying down a leveling agent on the floors of the house. I, of all people, was extremely excited for this event. You might be asking: “Why Chelsey? Why would you be excited to watch FH pour an ooey gooey concrete substance on the floor for hours?” I’ll tell you why! OUR FLOORS ARE BEING PUT DOWN TODAY!!! Our beautiful, unique, hardwood floors. I am experiencing pure bliss today. I feel like our home is finally becoming just that: a home.

FH was a very tired, hardworking man last night - and did not appreciate my picture taking at all. So, the only picture I have of myself is through the front window.

Masks anyone?

This was really interesting to watch - it was kind of like laying down grout or concrete. I even got to try a spot. I did have a real job though - I was the master sweeper and flashlight holder…

I got home around 11, was exhausted, and hit the hay. I was kind of bummed yesterday because I wanted to go visit my BF Sarah for the night, but it just wasn’t in my cards this weekend. It’s hard not seeing her all the time - we lived together for 2.5 years in college. I miss her!

I didn’t sleep very well last night. It may have been because of my overwhelming anticipation for my secound round of…..OVERNIGHT OATS!

In the bowl: 1/3 cup GF oats, 1/2 c. almond milk, 1 tbsp flax, 1/2 naner. Toppings included: sliced strawberries, cinnamon, 1 tbsp. peanut butter

Hello mr. oats - I have missed you since yesterday.

Coffee… I’ll be needing it today - this is the backside of my monkey mug. I told you it was awesome.

I’m not going to lie - strawberries are not my favorite fruit. I still like them, but it’s not a fruit I normally crave (like apples… bananas… pineapple…). I find most of the time they are too tart for me. The only time I reeeeally like strawberries is when they are almost overripe. In the end, I still ate them. But, they ended up on the side of my bowl, not mixed in. I just couldn’t do it.

Sorry strawberries - better luck next time.

I’m off to workout, head to a farmer’s market with Mommasita (aka mom), and supervise the floor laying party over at my house!

Toodles until later!