Our friends Jenny and Gavin came to Davis for a weekend visit.
Here's what Jenny and I did:
We lounged in the hotel bar. We went shopping. We took ourselves out for ice cream. Twice. We danced in the living room to songs from the 90s. We bought big bottles of beer from the liquor store and drank them wrapped in paper bags. We baked pocket pies while wearing cute Anthropologie aprons.
And what did our husbands do?
Oh, well, they shopped for fresh vegetables at the farmers' market. We ate some kettle corn while they filled a whole stroller with about twenty pounds of produce.
They cooked a fancy dinner with their farmers' market selections. They made homemade beets and cajun pasta and salad and crusty bread. You will not believe me, but I swear it took them three full hours to make the meal. Even the carrots in the salad were fancy.
They mixed basil vodka gimlets for us.
They held babies and watched cartoons and changed diapers.
Best. Husbands. Ever.
I don't know how we got so lucky. Must be all our charm. Plus the aprons.