In my family, food is everything. We never pass up an opportunity to get our grub on, and we’ve pretty much got a signature dish f...
Aside from Friday night, where I managed to overserve myself and take only blurry photos with random bar patrons, my weekend was spent mostly hungover in bed. At one point I went to the grocery store to get not one but two Rachel McAdams movies from Redbox and proceeded to watch them from my laptop sniffling away as Ziggy trampled my face trying to figure out what was wrong with me. (She can't remember their love, Ziggy! Why don't you understand this tragedy??) Besides that I splurged on two different flavors of family-sized potato chip bags because I guess I simply wouldn't feel guilty enough when I finished just one of the bags, got all fancy in the Gatorade aisle and I'm pretty sure there's an Advil stuck in my throat still. I did not start packing or take anything to Goodwill despite my looming move out date and my car that desperately needs to be washed/gutted has still not received more than a look of disdain from me and all who see it. Basically what I'm trying to say here is I didn't have a very productive or exciting weekend, but the next couple of weeks are going to be crazy. Mama and Papa G get here on Wednesday and Friday marks the start of my birthday week. Get excited.