weekend pictures

One of the cutest things about St. Patrick's Day was sharing a generously poured glass of wine with my mom, via satellite technology, in my backyard (she was in her's, in Portland). She asks about the pets daily. I say things like, "They're busy knitting afghans! They're memorizing Morse Code! They're playing hopscotch! They're flicking eye boogers at Ann Coulter!" Usually, though, this is what is going on - at least with Cole (I call it the "I would sure like to eat what you're eating; how about you give me a little bite?" face):

Remember my fabulous birthday gift from my girl Tits McGee? I finally had a chance to test out the pocket kite, due to extremely lovely weekend weather conditions. TITS! I'm now a kite addict:

I had my hair done on Saturday. No pictures! But the cut is fabulous. I feel like I could at least pass for 22. That is important to me.
I did a lot of thrift shopping (you can see my thrift shop catablog at my best kept secret):

So this wasn't 0ver the weekend, but I will have you know that I watched a new television series called October Road on Thursday night (pre-dict-able ABC!). I just want YOU to know that I spotted Stuart Minkus in the crowd. MINKUS! Precisely.

Additionally, but I have no pictures to share -

• Steve read me excerpts from Chuck Palanhniuk's Diary.
• I tuned in to the Amazing Race...down with Charla & Mirna I say!
• I saw Jim Palmer at the movie theater.