Sundays are Golden

It's Thursday now and I couldn't be more grateful that the week flew by so quickly. It only means the weekend is fast approaching. Most Sundays leave happy memories in our family's book. I told my husband how fun our last Sunday went. The husband left early to run and we had breakfast as soon as he arrived. I brewed some coffee and made pancakes earlier. Afterwards, I washed the dishes while the husband did a couple of laundry batches. We're always happy to accomplish house chores while the little boy is busy playing in the living room with stuff he gets hold of: train sets, scrabble, bike, etc.

We went out for late lunch and had pizza at Papa John's in Greenbelt. We always pick the less crowded restaurants because from experience, they turn out to have better service. But what I find funny, and my husband also agrees, is that we tend to attract crowd. As soon as we placed an order , about three groups arrived after us and it wasn't even lunch hour anymore. And that was the end of our peaceful lunch. But I'm not complaining. The service at Papa John's was nevertheless good and our tummies were happy. We also had a great view outside and a huge dose of afternoon sunshine and it was apt that we snapped some photos/selfies.

After we took photos, we had crunch flavored gelato at Gelatone, which was located one floor below Papa John's. We picked up our groceries for the week then proceeded home. For dinner, I cooked chicken fried rice and opened a can of... yes, sisig since we were having beer after, which we believe is a perfect way to cap off our golden weekend.