We had a double header for softball on Saturday. Then the boy and I went for a 4.8 mile run on Sunday.
I’m now in a committed relationship with a foam roller.
I’m lucky enough to attend the International Pinot Noir Celebration this weekend. Which is basically a massive event of good food and a ton of drinking. The boy works part of the event, so while he is doing his thing, I’ll be drunk with a bunch of fancy rich people.
Which will be a lot of fun until I realized I’m not fancy. At all. Seriously, I just now noticed that I had chocolate on my face from this mornings breakfast cookie. And now I have to hob nob? Rub elbows? Converse which people who know what they are talking about?!
So One can just assume I’ll be in the corner of the event clutching to my own bottle of wine with my lipstick smeared on my cheek having the best of times.
I have a problem with my need of instant gratification. If I order something online and have the opportunity to track the package- oh I will. I’ll track that bad boy daily. So when FedEx says that they would deliver my dress last Wednesday I was excited! Then it was pushed to last Friday. Still nothing.
Now it doesn’t even have an estimated date, just the tracking number.
Dude. Not cool.
Saturdays are my me days. While the boy is at work- I deep condition my hair. Paint my nails, put on some whiting strips on my teeth and organize my clothes, all while watching reruns of sex and the city. I don’t really care if this sounds like I’m vain or if I should be more productive on the weekend. When I have a moment to be alone and to have a little back ground noise- this is how I reset for the upcoming week.
God. I’m pretty sure that if I had a loud obnoxious attention seeking family AND my own business, A&E would give me a reality show.
I’ve been known to put booze in a coffee cup. This time I’m hiding apple pie ice cream with bourbon Caramel sauce.
My mom sent me a text regarding a cheese knife and a pendleton blanket. I got excited until I found out that it was for my friend who was getting married and not for me.