Took Becca out to Paco's on Saturday. Not the best Mexican food in the world, but we haven't had any in such a long time that it seemed like it.
Today, I spent some time cleaning the kitchen and mopping the floors. I'm so domestic. Of course, Rebecca spent much of the weekend pulling ivy out of the ground and she went at it so hard, her 7 dollar ho died, and we had to bury her in the backyard.
Now, we're involved in painting the fabled niche. The color matches the sofa nicely and the fumes are wonderful. Hope it turns out well. Wish us luck.
Oh, and the coffee machine died on us, so R.I.P. little buddy.