Has a happier Monday existed in the history of the most overrated-underrated day of the week?

This weekend was definitely a tops, even though I vomited on Saturday morning from taking vitamins on an empty stomach. Lame.

On Friday Bob and his lovely lady Aliza came over, and he and Dean yelled about how vegetarian chicken wings were stupid. For what felt like three hours. That was super-lame and not worth yelling about. However, in a rare twist of fate, Dean bought me a bottle of wine called "Pinot Evil" with a picture of the see/speak/hear no evil monkey that was cute and weird and clever. Here is the weird part: Of all the bottles of wine Aliza could have brought over, she brought the same one! So that was neat.

On Saturday I had a glorious picnic in the park with Jamie and her son, who calls me bean. But Sarah, why does this child call you bean? Well, I will tell you. Because he is probably the only two year old I know who likes edamame which is my regular afternoon snack. Being a sharebear, I share. Then I went home and homeworked and napped and watched "Amelie", which is one of the best films I've seen in years. Don't yell about the subtitles to me. French sounds like music. Just go watch it. You'll love it.

Sunday was probably the highlight of my weekend. I got my homework done early, so Dean and I went Goodwill hunting and made out like bandits! I found some wine glasses to replace the ones he keeps breaking, some champagne flutes to replace the ones that have shattered in our multiple cross-country moves, and my personal favorites: A plastic drinking glass painted with pink cherry blossoms and light blue birds. I vow to drink all beverages from this cup. I also found a neat orange tin with a weird 70s print on it and what looks like a wooden bedside table-magazine rack.

When we lived in Florida, my mom gave Dean and I many strange (and not-so-strange) things. Kitchen rugs, a creepy ceramic statue of an owl, a massive round (seriously, like, probably 6 feet in circumference) ugly fake Egyptian painting, a small, low kidney-shaped table with scalloped edges that she spray painted black, a bookshelf that has been in my family's garage since I was a child...um...assorted bedspreads and bedsheets...a pair of Kelly green fleece sleep pants with tinkerbell printed all over them (Dean snapped these up)..this is all I can think of. Instead of having a garage sale, my mom unloaded most of her stuff on us. And, being the packrats of oddities that we are, were more than happy to receive all this junk.

Most of this stuff made it with us to Colorado (save for the owl statue, I regifted that as quickly as it was unpacked). Dean decided to turn the circular canvas into a giant orange as homage to out time spent in the sunshine state, which he will be completing this winter. The bookcase, kidney shaped table and magazine rack we acquired this weekends all got painted a lovely deep blue on Sunday night whilst drinking red, smoking cigarettes and listening to Jack's Mannequin and the counting Crows. If you closed your eyes, it was almost like living in the Montmarte (sigh). This week we shall be completing a celestial motif upon all of this second, third and fourth-hand furniture. Creating rules. It makes me happy in the way only Harry Potter, carved pumpkins and the smell of leaves burning can make me happy. Is there anything more soothing than laying down a thick layer of paint?

Hmmm. This is going to be a good week.