Staycation recap

Did you miss me? (Please don't answer that unless your answer is "yes" or "hell yes!". My self-esteem is fragile.)

After a long (yet still not long enough) week away from the daily grind, I'm back and better than ever.

So how was Clayton's and my week-long staycation? In a word: lovely. Just lovely. As much as I was wanting to go to the ocean and put my toes in the sand and tan my skin, there is definitely something to be said for sleeping in and just puttering around town. We ate A LOT and we drank A LOT and we binge-watched the second season of Orange is the New Black and went hiking on the trails for hours and tried fondue and played video games and acknowledged our 11-years-of-being-together anniversary and just enjoyed the hell out of each other in general.

And I ran a 5k on Saturday (my 10th 5k and 23rd race overall). And I came in my first place in my age group for the third year in a row. *Takes a bow*

Oh em gee, I need to invest in some leg-lengthening surgery. 

Oh, and get this, I found a sweet wine that I actually LIKE. I know, I know, I couldn't believe it either and you probably had no idea I didn't like sweet wine in the first place, but I don't. It makes me feel a little sick. For a girl who used to funnel Coke, my body just does not like sugary beverages. 

BUT, I am kind of obsessing over French Lick Winery's Rhubarb wine. Rhubarb, I know! Rhubarb was originally considered a vegetable (how you can suddenly no longer be a vegetable is beyond me), but it's fantastic as a wine. French Lick's Rhubarb is sweet, yet subtle and Clayton and I shared an entire bottle on their patio last week (then had a very impassioned conversation about why mayonnaise is slowly killing us because I don't handle my wine all that well).

We tried The Melting Pot, a fondue restaurant with a location in Indianapolis that I've been hearing about for years. The verdict? The Melting Pot is hella expensive and if we ever go back, it will just be for dessert. The food was okay, but the whole experience from start to finish took over 2 hours because we had to cook every single piece of our dinner individually. I'm too impatient for that. But dipping pieces of pound cake into a melted pot of chocolate and Oreo cookie pieces? Heaven. It's heaven. 

And I only burned my mouth about a thousand times. 

I baked a three berry pie for my father-in-law for Father's Day. It's the same pie I made last year for the 4th of July and the mixture of strawberries, blackberries and raspberries make for one wonderful, summery dessert. 

Making this pie taught me that I need to take a crash course in patience dough rolling because trying to roll out dough for a pie plate makes me almost throw said pie plate across the room in a fit of rage every single time.

Have 9 days off of work also gave us plenty of free time for yard work (yay?) and we FINALLY got our garden up and running. Out of the three garden boxes we inherited when we purchased our house, we're actually only going to keep one. The other two boxes have termites and one side of a box literally crumbled in my hands while I was pulling weeds, so we're just going to tear them down and plant grass in their place. 

And last, but certainly not least, I convinced Clayton to pose for a quick picture with me because I'm obsessed with the idea of remembering every year of our life together (and because the quote "Today is the oldest you've ever been and the youngest you'll ever be again" horrifies me). The internet is not hard up for pictures of Mr.and Mrs. Clayton P. by any means, but still. The day was beautiful, he had on a new shirt, and I washed my hair.  

P.S. I don't wash my hair a lot when I'm on vacation.

This week is going to be a game of catch-up, big time. Sometimes crashing back into the reality of daily life can be a rude awakening (and by sometimes, I mean all of the time).