I don’t know about you, but since the weather made the drastic change from fucking miserable to absolutely gorgeous, I feel ecstatic. Even the simplest things are, like, the most fantastic things ever.
And this weekend had no shortage of the most fantastic things ever.
Friday, it was my turn to host the monthly neighborhood bunco party. Nevermind the fact that I am becoming my mother, I had such a blast.
On Saturday, after inhaling a bacon, egg and cheese bagel to quell my pending hangover, we spent ALL DAY doing yard work. It was so nice out, that I didn’t even mind the hours of manual labor.
Don’t let that dirt-eating grin fool you. That labor-loving feeling wore off on Sunday morning. We (read: Cory) are building a deck, and while I didn’t mind spending hours removing sod on Saturday, by Sunday, I was yelling across a 120-pound auger. Something along the lines of, Why aren’t we paying someone to do this?!, may have been thrown out there.
Regardless, Cory worked his ass off (he loves doing this kind of handy stuff) and I helped out where I could. As a result, I spent two days outside without sunscreen. I broke my cardinal WEAR SUNSCREEN rule and am ridiculously angry at myself.
(In case you didn’t know, I am the unofficial spokesmodel for Elmer’s Glue.)
I’m sure you’re upset that you weren’t here to witness the
romantic pathetic act of Cory rubbing aloe all over my burnt, burnt body.
And that, my friends, is my mostly perfect weekend in a nutshell!
*If you take nothing away from this post, trust me on the sunscreen