Another weekend went by way too fast. Way WAY too fast.

Saturday was a blur of driving to Montana (well, Tomball) to see Nick perform in the Nutcracker. He was great as the Snow King, the Spanish Dancer, and the Arab Dancer. The two guest performers from American Ballet Theatre in New York were even better. (Funny, one of them apparently told Nick how excited he was too meet all his rocket-scientists friends. One of the best danceurs in the world, and he was all excited to meet people that work at the space agency. This is the second time we've encountered someone famous - the other being one of the best soccer players in America - that was more excited about the space program than talking about their own rock awesome job.) Another funny story, apparently one of the little 6 year olds in the dance company tugged on the Mouse Queen's (yes, a different variation) tutu, and said "Maybe next time you'll beat the Nutcracker."

Yesterday, I did chores, took the dogs on a walk, went for a run, mowed the lawn (my grass is SO dying, its going to look so ugly until next spring, though I have poured every chemical imaginable in an attempt to cure it, unfortunately, I think only winter will do that), payed bills, etc.

Of course, the weekend was capped off by a visit to Mely's. I'd like to point out that this was the first time in two weeks since I'd been there. TWO WHOLE WEEKS! Not to mention, we only ordered in ONCE in the previous week. The only people impressed by this sterling record of eating at home were Gavin and Jen. Oh well.