The weekend was just something that passed me by in a blink.
Friday night I didn't do much of anything except wait by the phone for a much needed telephone call. That pushed me into desperate 'why-the-heck-aren't-you-calling/replying' text messages to that same person. UGH. I hate cell phones. Seriously; they f-up the game. You know what I mean.
Saturday I went to brunch and over indulged the bottom less bloody marys. Oy. I really didn't need to do that. Incredible picked my drunken butt up to go to IKEA. On the way we stopped at Dunkin' Donuts. I really didn't need a donut, while drunk, either. And of course I got the richest donut on the menu: Vanilla crème filled, powdered donut.
Uh. IKEA? A kids screaming mess.
Then we went to Home Depot and I swear I was sniffing paint; I love the smell of Home Depot. Love it. At this moment, the drunkedness was wearing off, so I need food. We stopped at Panda Express. Home by eight. Hung-over by ten at night; led to the laziest Sunday ever.
Oh and mi Italiano (who now has my number) called me Sunday morning for some non G rated conversation. Uh oh. What could I do? I had to play along…it was an international phone call, I didn't want to disappoint.
I'm very easy like that, as Pecos Girl discovered as well via the telephone. I had to confess to her, that I feel obligated to put out a wee bit something something if someone puts in way more cash than I expect them to for lil ole me.
Am I the only one?