Last week was completely miserable because on Monday I came down with a cold that I'm pretty sure had some kind of personal vendetta against me and was like I hate you and want you to die, so I spent a lot of time on the couch. And in bed. And breathing through my mouth.
Then Thursday happened, and I made the very wise decision to go out and drink because... it was Thrusday. The short version of the story is that Jacey and I found $20 on the ground at "our spot," Dammit Tom! was there, I drank fireball, jameson, wine, vodka, and hard cider, I fell in the street, and then on Friday my body was like you are such an idiot and you are going to pay for your dumb decision all. day. long. mwahaha. The long version doesn't exist because I don't remember it.
On Friday I tried to get rid of my hangover with Advil, a breakfast burrito, and Diet Coke, but it didn't work. So I cried a little (jk) (no I think I actually did) (maybe not) and then went to bed at 830 and Saturday I woke up feeling like a new woman, so Jacey and I took ourselves on some errands. Look at the one picture I took on our way to
Then we turned our fridge into a snowman and it's my new favorite thing ever. All it took was construction paper and wrapping paper and voila! He needs a name. Help.
Sunday we met some friends and went wine tasting at a winery and just ...wine. Yum. I really should have taken a picture of the view outside but I'm a bad blogger and I forgot. Whoops.
Then we went to an early dinner and took this gem of a photo. Please try not to be overwhelmed by the amazing quality of iPhone pictures. If it looks like it was a double date well... it wasn't. Or was it? You'll never know.