This weekend was filled with so many highlights that I wasn’t even mad about waking up to another Monday. And then I realized that this particular Monday is Memorial Day Monday, which means that this Monday doesn’t even count as a Monday but rather as a Saturday donning Monday’s disguise, which reminds me. Our movie date night was a major success (weekend highlight numero uno). I was happy holding a bucket of popcorn that was larger than my head; Darrin was happy reclining in the theater’s leather chairs; and we both loved James Spader voicing the Ultron character. Three cheers for sarcastic robots bent on world domination.
Then! Saturday morning was spent sipping coffee and chatting with the sweet Becky from Whistles and Clovers. We talked over waffles and breakfast burritos while her darling baby Samona sorted the sugar packets and challenged a few nearby puppies to a starting contest. Instagram friends are even more fun when they’re also Instagram + Real Life friends.
Here are a few less-than-graceful moments!
- Most of the watches I own don’t work. But they look cute, so I wear them anyway. Which is fine, until someone asks me for the time after they spotted my cute watch, and I respond with “Oh! Right! Yeah, this is broken. It just looks cute.” Fashion > Practicality. And no, I didn’t try replacing the batteries. #sorryelderlygentleman
- I don’t recommend peeling off your nail polish while you sit through an academic conference. By the end of the final presentation, my black pencil skirt was covered in a pile of neon pink nail polish flakes. Which looks really professional, as you might have guessed.
- Poor Darrin accidentally rolled in dog pee over the weekend. And that’s not a euphemism for wearing too much cologne. First there was dog pee on the carpet. And then there was dog pee on Darrin. And then he tried to hug me.
- Parking my car juuuuuust out of reach of the gas pump hose, and having to restart the car, back up, and try again. Twice. Because I ended up parking too close the second time and couldn’t open my door. I’m sure the two teenage boys working at the counter inside loved watching my gas station incompetence in action. You’re WELCOME, boys.
So there you have it! Hope you have a relaxing rest of your day!