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The Sun Came Out This Weekend

 I missed a day! That would be disappointing, if it wasn't such a fantastic day, let's Slice!

There is nothing quite like Old Town and DC in the spring. Right before the crowds, the tourists with their strollers, the student groups flocking on every street corner, right on that precipice, there is a day or weekend of sunlight and good vibes as Alexandria and DC come out to play. Saturday was that day for Josh and me. I put on one of my favorite dresses, packed our laptops, and off we went! We walked to LaPluma for breakfast (gf pancakes with coffee and no mimosas = breakfast, right?). The food was good, the vibes were calm, all in all, would try again. Then, we took a stroll to the waterfront past street performers and tons of good puppers, some big, some small, all perfect. We sat on the rooftop patio of a coffee shop and soaked up the rays. We moved into the shade of that rooftop patio when the sun became a little too focused on my back. We walked back to our apartment, where Gibbs waited for us, mostly unconscious from entertaining "late" the night before (he's a fabulous host until he body slams someone or gets a little too "excited"). We took a luxurious mid-afternoon nap and woke up only to make a shopping list (me) and start the evening activities of tech shopping, gaming, and extra work tasks (Josh). 

Saturday was a wonderful, relaxing day.

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  1. RitaMarch 22, 2026 at 9:46 PM

    I can feel the loveliness of your day through your words!

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