I cannot tell a lie. I have done a lot of sleeping this weekend. My body needed it, I think.
In addition to that, I did a few more useful things.
I did some laundry - mostly socks and things for my mister, but a few other little odds and ends too.
I'm going to a wedding in two weeks, so I purchased a dress for that occasion:
It looks different on me. For one, this "Plus Sized" model is clearly a size 10. I am not. She's also six feet tall. I am not. But it's a cute dress, it was 30 bucks and I'm done shopping. Well, I need to buy a wedding present. But that's easy squeezy compared to clothes shopping.
Maybe I can wear this same dress to Matt's 20 year reunion. Whatevs.
Anyway, we had a good weekend. We went to a surprise party for our friend Seb - he is exactly nine years and fifty weeks younger than me - we celebrated early.
We started by breaking into his apartment to surprise him, then moved it to a local bar.
Where this happened:
Oh, and how could I forget the most critical new piece of news from my weekend. I finally trudged my way into 2012 technology and bought this:
I'm still figuring out how to use it, but I already love it. And it's RED! Yay!
All in all, good weekend. I wish I'd gotten groceries, and done more housework, but what would I have had to give up? Sleep? Penis infused beer? Friends? Retail therapy?
Unthinkable.
ae
In addition to that, I did a few more useful things.
I did some laundry - mostly socks and things for my mister, but a few other little odds and ends too.
I'm going to a wedding in two weeks, so I purchased a dress for that occasion:
It looks different on me. For one, this "Plus Sized" model is clearly a size 10. I am not. She's also six feet tall. I am not. But it's a cute dress, it was 30 bucks and I'm done shopping. Well, I need to buy a wedding present. But that's easy squeezy compared to clothes shopping.
Maybe I can wear this same dress to Matt's 20 year reunion. Whatevs.
Anyway, we had a good weekend. We went to a surprise party for our friend Seb - he is exactly nine years and fifty weeks younger than me - we celebrated early.
We started by breaking into his apartment to surprise him, then moved it to a local bar.
Where this happened:
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| Waiter, there's someone's fly in my drink! |
Oh, and how could I forget the most critical new piece of news from my weekend. I finally trudged my way into 2012 technology and bought this:
All in all, good weekend. I wish I'd gotten groceries, and done more housework, but what would I have had to give up? Sleep? Penis infused beer? Friends? Retail therapy?
Unthinkable.
ae
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