A Weekend With Hulia

I knew we were in for a zany weekend when La came home from school looking like this on Thursday.

She did it all by herself. Imagine that.

My mama was in town this weekend, and she bought her buddy, Julia, who we call Hulia. She's from Russia, and has the cutest darn accent you ever heard. Hulia is right between my sister and I in age, and we've come to think of her as our adoptive sister. It was great to have her here for the weekend.

Our fun and crazy weekend started as any worthwhile weekend should, with a trip to the blood pressure machine at CVS.

And it culminated at Ann Sather this morning, where we partook in the highest-caloric brunch this city has to offer. Everything at that restaurant comes with two warm, gooey cinnamon rolls on the side. It should be illegal.

There was a whole bunch of stuff that occurred in-between the blood pressure machine and the cinnamon rolls, but I didn't take any photos to prove it. You'll just have to trust me that this weekend was awesome.

And now it's time for bed.