because sometimes life is more fun with music involved
I'm starting to wonder how our dear ancestors ever remembered anything they did.
If it weren't for blogs, instagram, twitter, last nights bar receipts..how would we ever keep track of this stuff?Can you imagine the mental anguish they had to go through when a friend asked "so what did you guys do Saturday night?" Oh it hurts to think about. God bless you technology for keeping all of our memories for us. I mean yes, our brains may actually know how to function on their own if it wasn't for you, however I really (really really) like having these things. Technology that is. Not a dumb brain. Whoever the genius is that comes up with a way to be plugged into social media 24/7 AND have a mind that can hold focus on something for longer than 2 seconds deserves a grand prize of sorts. I'm thinking ice cream.
Speaking of ice cream, now would be a solid time for me to document my weekend. You know, so I can remember it tomorrow. The natural progression is to usually start this out on Friday and continue on through Sunday. I'm going to start on Sunday and work my way backwards. It's a mental exercise I'm trying. It's called "Can I remember what day happens before Sunday?". You may think this is crazy but the past few times I've tried to list all 12 months in a row I find myself skipping April or September.
I blame you Twitter for not mentioning those two months enough in my feed.
Oh hey I know something funny to tell you guys right now. My husband downloaded some memory game on his iPad and was playing it the other night. I asked him what it was called. His response: "I forget". I told him to keep playing and get back to me with an answer in a month or two. We'll see how well it works.
Okay Sunday. I had every intention in the world to go to church. I set my alarm and everything. And then I woke up and thought "who sets their alarm on Sunday?!" and fell back asleep for another two hours. God if you are reading--it was all of my allergies fault. Sore throat, watery eyes, achy bones. Naturally I knew the only thing that would heal all of this madness was macaroni and cheese from Panera Bread and frozen yogurt from some amazeballs fro-yo place. Insert what went down Sunday.
this is what an allergic Erin looks like
Oh but the fun doesn't end there. Like any normal wife does to her husband--we got home, I ran into the bedroom, threw on more make-up, changed my clothes, grabbed my camera, shoved it my husband's direction, and said "here--let's go take pictures!". The man knows my sanity has been lost for awhile so he went with it.
Except then it got cold and Shawn informed me that my nose was red and my face was pale. I don't know, I thought I looked pretty warm. Regardless, for five minutes I didn't feel like a haggard piece of ____.
i am completely, wholeheartedly, obsessed with my earrings from icravejewels
Shoot. We are only to Saturday. We went to a wedding. I ate a lot of Mexican food and fried chicken.
It was awesome. And that's all you need to know about that.
And we made it to Friday. You see, I now feel like I am back at the start of my weekend. This whole reverse psychology stuff or whatever you call it really works. Friday was full of many dance parties, spaghetti that was served out of a sink (it's true--we went over to our friends for dinner and as the water was being drained in went the noodles. we dished it out..and ate it. i like to call this being both resourceful and classy. plus i like to think of it as embracing life's messes. i am a huge embracer of mess), champagne bottle poppin, Shark Tank watching, and night caps full of RumChata (which is really delicious tasting tanning lotion..or so it appears). It was really one of the better Friday nights I've had in awhile.
So there's that. An incredibly long blog post about my weekend. Memories stored for another day in time.
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