Don’t laugh at that title.
Not every day of mine is filled with dance parties and inappropriate YouTube videos and shot glass rings.
Ok, so most of them are.
Nothing like getting proposed to with a shot of Patron.
(Mom, don’t worry. I think he was gay.)
Can you blame me? I mean, this is pretty much what my brain looks like every day:
Well, minus the stripping down to my skivvies and dancing on a photocopier.
This weekend promises to be a crazy one. Memorial Day weekend is probably my favorite weekend of the year. You know, assuming the weather holds up.
Tomorrow = giant house party.
Sunday = Cubs game with Amy and a bbq at my friend Kara’s house.
Monday = beach time.
That means, for the sake of my liver, waistline and wallet, I need to be a good girl and coop up in my apartment for the night.
I’ve got a nice, balanced, healthy meal of roasted veggies.
I’ve got snacks.
I’m planning on roasting them- I promise it’s more snacky than eating them straight out of the can. Nope, I’ve never done that….
And I’ve got chick lit to go with my chickpeas.
Although, let’s be honest- I’ll probably just end up watching Bravo. It’s my way.