My Weekend In Pictures

Well, it's really only part of my weekend in pictures. I got distracted on Sunday and forgot to take any pictures so, it's really only my Friday night and Saturday in pictures. I took all of these pictures myself. You will note that I do not have a future in photography.

Friday night I went to the high school game to watch Precious Angel play. That's him. Number 54. ( I love him.) Only he isn't so much playing at this particular moment as walking across the field for the coin toss. I do not remember who won the coin toss, but I do know who won the game--us. Spectacularly. Winning is great. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise.

In preparation for the dessert competition at The Guy's work picnic (called Spud Fest) I made three desserts. This is my apple pie. Note the apple shaped pan. Note the little apple shaped bits of pastry. That is cheese pastry. It won for Best Presentation.

This is my caramel cake. That's real cooked caramel. I burned myself. Caramel will do that to you, but it was worth it. It won the Best Taste category. Winning is great. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise.

This is my pumpkin cheesecake. Note that I tried to make an artistic picture by placing it in front of my pewter pumpkin platter. Plus, the platter happened to be on the counter. It came in second in the Taster's Choice category. You don't win second. You lose first.

This is my refrigerator and part of my freezer. You will not find that many people who love their refrigerator like I do. So I took a picture of it. Plus, I was in my kitchen taking pictures.

After all that baking and watching the Auburn/Clemson game, The Guy and I went to Starbucks. (He participated in the game watching but not the baking.) That's him. In his game day shirt. That's his coffee. That's part of my purse. Do you see my houndstooth makeup bag? I bet you envy my life right about now.

This is Spud Fest. These are the potato guns built by various engineers. These guns are pointed toward a cow pasture. The goal is to shoot the potato as far as possible, not hit a cow. Nonetheless, last year, a cow was hit. It wasn't hurt but it was mad.

These are potato guns being shot. Once that happened, we ate barbecue. There were door prizes. We did not win. Then came the dessert contest. Did I mention that I won two of four categories? There was a category for Best Use of Potato. I did not use any potatoes. Nor, did I lie and say I did, though someone there encouraged me to say my pumpkin cheesecake was made with sweet potatoes. She was kidding.

After Spud Fest. we went to Cutest Girl in the World's media room to watch Alabama play. There she is. In her houndstooth hat. I wish I had made a picture of her houndstooth valances but I was still giddy from the dessert contest.

This is Oldest Friend's shoes. I want them.

This is Mr. Cutest Girl in the World and The Guy. They are happy. They've got cup
holders and their team is slaughtering North Texas. Those things are important to a man--at least the men I know. Winning is great. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise.

What did you do this weekend?