It's Monday! Hooray!
Or not.
I've got about 15 minutes before I need to get off of my butt and do something, but first, a weekend recap.
Friday night:
Dad comes home with Mets tickets. Yay! The three of us pile into the truck and head first to the deli for sandwiches, then to Shea for the game. We get there, and the tarp is over the field. So we take our seats and start munching. No less than ten mnutes later [while I was mid-sandwich!], they call the came. Fo' drizzle! Pansies. Other than that, it was uneventful. I caught up on my Netflix and watched 'Say Anything' for the first time ever. Cute flick.
Saturday:
Wake up in excruciating pain from Friday afternoon's workout. [Truth be told, I pulled BOTH of my groin muscles!] I can't actually recall doing anything significant other than a load or three of laundry. Oh, and we christened the pool for the season! The lobsteresque hue that my skin was initially has turned into something resembling a tan. I should call the Guinness Book commission. The drawback to tall that time outdoors? Mosquitoes.
That night, Miss Al-LEE! came over with a bootleg of 'Million Dollar Baby'. No one tells you it's sad! Ack!
Sunday:
Still in excruciating pain, but go work out anyway. Head over the Tappan Zee to God's Country for the Garnerville Art Festival. I actually went as self-proclaimed roadie and promoter of The Watchdogs...so that was fun. The summer weather has finally arrived here [!!!!] and despite the humidity and everything sticking to everything else, it's been awesome. The band played a fantastic set, although Olivia's once-charming spaceyness [sp?] is really starting to bug me. Like whoa.
And here I sit, in my post-breakfast contemplative state. It's Monday. Woo-hoo. Who knows what's in store for today?
♥ t h i r t y - t w o - d a y s ♥
Or not.
I've got about 15 minutes before I need to get off of my butt and do something, but first, a weekend recap.
Friday night:
Dad comes home with Mets tickets. Yay! The three of us pile into the truck and head first to the deli for sandwiches, then to Shea for the game. We get there, and the tarp is over the field. So we take our seats and start munching. No less than ten mnutes later [while I was mid-sandwich!], they call the came. Fo' drizzle! Pansies. Other than that, it was uneventful. I caught up on my Netflix and watched 'Say Anything' for the first time ever. Cute flick.
Saturday:
Wake up in excruciating pain from Friday afternoon's workout. [Truth be told, I pulled BOTH of my groin muscles!] I can't actually recall doing anything significant other than a load or three of laundry. Oh, and we christened the pool for the season! The lobsteresque hue that my skin was initially has turned into something resembling a tan. I should call the Guinness Book commission. The drawback to tall that time outdoors? Mosquitoes.
That night, Miss Al-LEE! came over with a bootleg of 'Million Dollar Baby'. No one tells you it's sad! Ack!
Sunday:
Still in excruciating pain, but go work out anyway. Head over the Tappan Zee to God's Country for the Garnerville Art Festival. I actually went as self-proclaimed roadie and promoter of The Watchdogs...so that was fun. The summer weather has finally arrived here [!!!!] and despite the humidity and everything sticking to everything else, it's been awesome. The band played a fantastic set, although Olivia's once-charming spaceyness [sp?] is really starting to bug me. Like whoa.
And here I sit, in my post-breakfast contemplative state. It's Monday. Woo-hoo. Who knows what's in store for today?
♥ t h i r t y - t w o - d a y s ♥
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