Rivers and Roads, or Blisters and Toads?

What a great mother's day weekend.  We got to go see The Head and the Heart in concert in Boulder on Friday night.  Let me tell you, you would be a damned fool not to download their album.  It is so full of goodness and wonder, and we've all been singing this song at the top of our lungs all weekend:

Been talkin' about how things change

My family lives in a different state

If you don't know what to make of this

Then we will not relate...

Saturday we got to rest and hit some daytime party adventures, and then on Sunday we did this:

Rather, E. did that.  See, he went in to fix the girls leaking tub faucet last weekend, but the pipe was corroded and broke, and so then he had to tear the entire 1970s mustard-colored fiberglass bathtub-shower monstrosity out.

We decided that while we're at it, we'll get the master bath redone, too.

Goodbye, summer salary.

While E. was doing that, the girls and I made this:

We call it our "giant pile of crap that we made in the backyard when we decided to begin dismantling our rotting deck which we can't afford to replace this summer because of that pipe that broke in the bathroom."

Happy Mother's Day to me!

Also, there was french toast in my bed yesterday morning.  That's a good thing.  There were homemade gifts, my favorite, and some flowers appeared during the day.  There was also a lovely picnic at the Clear Creek Beach.  Sushi was involved.

All in all, it couldn't have been a more perfect weekend.