Hanging Out

We stayed in Seattle this past weekend, hanging out.  In between hail, rain, thunder, lightening, more rain, we ran errands, got new tires on the car so we're ready for Spring and Summer adventures, cut what is left of our grass, did some work, watched movies, watched The Masters (Willa thinks it's a waste to let all those balls go into "the hole," when she could be chasing them), and ate.

Sometimes, after a long week, we need to hang out.

That said, no one told Willa that the alarm isn't set on the weekends.

Murphy's Day.