1. Make this Key Lime Pound Cake for my Sunday School class. If you're in my Sunday School class ... surprise! If you're in my Sunday School class and this cake doesn't come out of the pan right .... no surprise! I guess either way there's going to be a surprise come Sunday.
2. Begin mentally designing my kitchen and bath remodel. That's right, we're about to undertake a massive project: the complete remodel of our kitchen and master bathroom. That means there's a lot of materials to select. Tile, counter tops, vanities, appliances, shower heads, lighting fixtures, faucets, cabinetry, cabinetry pulls, flooring, paint. Is it over yet? There's going to be about a three month period of time without a kitchen or master bathroom. It's going to be painful and exciting all rolled into one. I have a list of things I want and like, but this weekend will be spent perusing kitchen and bath magazines, as well as a few local stores, to begin figuring out the specifics. Right now, all I know is that I'm in love with the bathroom pictured above. Next week, I'll show you pictures of our kitchen and master bath as they are right now. But today, I'll leave you with a preview: Do you know anyone in the market for a 12-seater beige jacuzzi bathtub with gold fixtures? Now you're dying to see it, aren't you?
3. Celebrate Marcus' 31st birthday. We're going to dinner with our dear pal Marcus on Saturday night as a nod to his 31st. And on a semi-related note, I'll be making Steak San Marco (which always makes me think of Marcus because it sounds like his name) to share on the Messy Aprons blog next week! How exciting!
4. Get another Brazilian Blowout. In an effort to prevent a vacation hair disaster like the one pictured above (yes, that's my real hair. And no, I can't believe I just shared that with you.), I'm getting my locks blown out tomorrow. This is the only solution when I'm going to spend multiple days on the lake. My early years would have been so different if Brazilian Blowouts were around. Thank heavens it was the '80s, although I don't think that helped me out much. And for the curious:
My hair doesn't look like that anymore ... even on its worst day.
And to my credit, I had just woken up.
I don't think I would ever have gotten married if hair straighteners weren't invented.
When you have big hair, you're required to develop a dynamic personality to survive. I wasn't cute, but I was funny. Actually, I just read a lot. And wore baseball caps.
Yes, we are eating breakfast on kick boards.
That's all I know right now, and we're playing the rest by ear. Have a great weekend!
I'm a former journalist turned marketer of concrete. I still type a lot. Other than that, I'm married to an oilman, the owner of a mini-schnauzer named Baxter and a lab named Lacy, chef to anyone with an appetite and a connoisseur of $10 wines.