Weekends used to be for fun. When I was twelve <g>. Now I cram as much if not more into the two-day – break as I do in the other five days. I hit the floor running Friday morning and by Sunday night I was more than exhausted. We had one full weekend. Of course most of it was fun stuff. Extended family fun stuff Friday and an excellent out-to-eat meal, which I was impressed with the quality and quantity if not the price, however it’s the first time in ages, I’ve said it was well worth it. Saturday started well before the sun rose and lasted until well after it went down, more extended family stuff there too, just DH’s side. The kids had tons of fun, little one got really dirty so if that was the indicator of fun her was a good day. The older one has officially decided she would like to be a biker chick, of course in a good way. Her great uncle took her off on his Harley for a poker run and she will never be the same. She spend the rest of the day trying to talk us into buying a bike from her other uncle who was celebrating the opening of his bike shop! Sunday dawned and we were off again, we met my to-be sister-in-law’s parents who are of a different nationality and speak very little English, very nice time and good food again! I was actually glad to head back to the day job to slow down a bit!