And just like that another weekend recap post is upon us. I live for these posts. In fact, I live for them so much that I am exhausted by the time I actually get around to writing the stupid thing. I also smell bad at the moment due to the excessive sweating I have done today thanks to mowing, family reunioning, and painting. I'm not positive you needed to know that but I feel like every post I write should have some type of disclosure behind on it. An honesty disclosure of sorts, because let's be real--bloggers are never the way you envision them to be while writing their posts. I also am not wearing a shirt either if you must know. I radiate romance by being shirtless while smelling, I know. Anyhow......
Back to being exhausted though..that's what weekends are for aren't they? To drain yourself physically/mentally/emotionally/every other thingly, so that you can hate Mondays more you already hate Mondays. Positivity. It's enforced around these parts. I just need to take a minute to tell my spell check to stop telling me that "thingly" and "positivity" is not spelled correctly. Since when did we appoint spell checker the master of what is considered a word anyhow? Now I'm just confused if positivity is not actually a word or what the fudgesicle is going on right now. Which reminds me. I want ice cream.
Because Monday posts are reserved for photos, I thought I would play a little game with it. It's a game I like to call "caption that" where I put a caption under a photo. It's a mind blowing concept I know.
Friday night. Pre dinner post boat ride. For the record-taking a boat to dinner is really the only means of transportation anybody should be allowed to take. Cars are so 1990's.
Saturday. Because every one of you wanted to know where that pink suit on the right is from on Instagram, I'll go ahead and tell you. It's from here. Buy that shaz because its beyond cute.
Saturday night. One word. Beer.
HEY YO GIRLS.
Playas and pimps. Or something.
Gettin' artsy up in here
We don't really know
Saturday night, late night. Okay like 9 pm. The birthday boy sportin' the side eye.
The happy couple blowing out their candles. Now would be a good time to announce that they are not gay, however just two males who share the same birthday weekend. But cute regardless right?
It ain't a party unless you have a hat
And that concludes Saturday's festivities.
Sunday. Morning Starbucks run because OH MY GOSH I LOVE STARBUCKS.
Minutes after my Starbucks run. OH MY GOSH I HATE STARBUCKS.
Family reunion bound. This means one thing--eat lots of good food and only talk to the people you actually know. So like your mom and dad and stuff.
"My new pet"...who also has rabies and all sorts of infectious diseases most likely.
That looks comfortable.
Who needs to smile for photos when you can pick your nose instead? hash tag get it girl.
I've always wanted to be a hippie. Sunflowers are the first step in this direction.
Sunday evening. Painting coffee tables nice shades of coral and husband cringing colors.