Friday we woke up to another rainy day. Michael ran to work for a couple of hours, and I cleaned our little apartment. Hallelujah (once again) for no-work (and four-hour) Fridays! Michael got home and we prepared to finally get to the bank. At which point it began, once again, to pour. So we read Lord of the Rings and made some lunch. When the rain finally let up a little bit, we ran to the bank, where we met Collin, a Californian who has been living here for 20 years and has become a Saints fan (it's literally impossible to live here for more than a month or two during football season and not).
Interesting fact: the first weekend of August, most things (not including food and entertainment) are state tax free. When Jaime told me about this on Thursday night, I couldn't sleep because of all the things I wanted to buy... a new swimsuit... new shoes... a sun hat... cologne for Michael... So after the bank, we went to the mall in hopes of spending my birthday money. We came away with nothing but milk and a can of spaghetti sauce to take over to the Hall's for dinner later that evening (both of which we had to pay tax on).
Jasmine and David invited us over to have dinner and watch some Olympics. Jasmine just had a baby. And she fed us dinner. I felt like a mooch. However, we had a lovely time with them and the Rich's. And I can't get enough of their sleepy little baby.
We woke up at 7:30 this morning to another crazy thunderstorm. I made french toast and eggs with buttermilk syrup and Michael made a fruit smoothie. We had great plans to go to the WWII museum, but we happened to not get out of bed until it was too late. But we had to do something. So we watched more Olympics. We have watched at least sections of the following: soccer, speed walking (it's as awesome as it sounds), synchronized diving, men's team gymnastics, basketball, volleyball, beach volleyball, fencing, swimming, handball, and table tennis. And yes, we spent way too much watching.
Our last effort to get out of the house was swimming. Michael scraped his elbows on the bottom of the pool on his first attempt at practicing his entry at the shot. And we were interrupted by a large family. So we headed over to another pool, where we swam laps like Phelps and sang songs to each other underwater until a couple of teenagers crashed our party.
I probably need to stop posting about food, but tonight we made some seriously awesome Italian Potato-Sausage Soup from Our Best Bites. We owe our obsession to Christina, who first introduced us. You can find the recipe here.
Next week we'll finally do some planning and go do something touristy on Saturday. But for now, I'm not complaining about our perfectly lazy weekend.