"What the Foyer?"

This past weekend was innnnteresting. But really, it wasn't all that interesting. I'm just in the mood to be chatty.

From 2007 forward, I have designated the second weekend of April to be DWW (my husband's initials + 'weekend'). During this time period, my husband is allowed anything and everything he wants to do, say, think, have, etc. as long as he 'decrees' it officially. So, on Saturday we watched the television shows that HE preferred, I made a lovely dinner, and I didn't once request anything of him. I then spent Sunday doing all of the household duties that we normally share on Sundays and made another husband-favorite dinner. I think he enjoyed 2010's installment of DWW. Last week, someone asked me, "Well, if he gets his own weekend, when is yours?" to which I replied, "The other 51-ish weekends in the year!" Truthfully, though, I am a very lucky woman and have a fabulous husband who deserves this pampering every now and then. ;P

The history of the weekend's formation lies in the fact that, in 2007 just before this time of the month, his grandfather passed away. They were very close and it was a very hard time for my husband. I decided to try to turn this span of time into something more positive and, by developing the weekend like this, I feel I have provided a way for him to look forward to spring beginning rather than it being a reminder of such a painful time. I was fortunate to have met his grandfather before he passed away and he truly was a great person. So, here's to you HH. I hope you're resting in peace. My husband is who he is today largely due to your influence, and for that, I am grateful.

Moving on from the seriousness of that paragraph.... I had one dream this past weekend that I can recall today. Rather, I can recall a snippet of a dream.

I am lost in a part of town that I feel I should know without fail. I am suddenly in someone's living room. It's vaguely familiar to me, but obviously not to the owners because, as I stand there looking in on them, the bald 'father-figure' stands up abruptly and declares, "What the foyer?!"

I have nothing else to say about the dream, other than what about that comment, right? That is completely ridiculous and I am giggling now just remembering it. I giggled when I woke up, too. I guess that is a good thing. To wake up giggling? Can't beat that! I think I dreamt of a foyer because it was a topic of conversation on an old episode of Glee we watched on Sunday. We're trying to catch up on the season so that we can watch the new episodes beginning this week. It's an office favorite where I work, so I need to brush up!

I think that concludes my news, but I do want to leave off with one comment about tires.

THEY. STINK. AND. ARE. TOO. DANGED. EXPENSIVE.