Annnndddd I'm back! Blah, blah, worked insane hours all week, blah, blah, exhausted, blah, blah, blah... I'VE MISSED YOU, MY LITTLE BLOG AND BLOG FRIENDS!
10: Number of times Paul chased Norman & Mildred round and round and round the living room and dining room on Saturday before lunch with my in-laws... (They weren't allowed to stay in either room because of the Christmas tree.)
(I came to the rescue and scooped them both up... Kitten mommy FTW)
9: Number of alcoholic bevies consumed at the Christmas party Friday night...
(5 glasses of champagne... I meaaannnnn... They were ONLY offering the champers during the cocktail hour... Annndddd it was free...)
(But note to self: If you can't taste the G in the G&T toward the end of the evening.... perhaps maybe it's because you've had a leeeettttttllleeeee too much to drink... and perhaps you shouldn't yell at the bartender for faking you out.)
(Oops.)
8: Number of large McDs fries I could have TORN. UP. on Friday night... IF ONLY ALL OF THE McDONALDS IN THE GREATER SOUTHWEST LONDON METROPOLITAN AREA AND BASINGSTOKE DIDN'T CLOSE AT EARLY O'CLOCK.
(Can't a sister get a damned 24 hour McDonald's?!)
(HOW DO PEOPLE LIVE LIKE THIS?!)
7: Number of times I told everyone that would listen that I would TOTALLLLLYYYY make my 10AM spin class on Saturday.
(Lies.)
(I cancelled.)
(3AM seemed like suuuuchhhh a long time away from 10AM until 10AM rolled around.)
6: Number of minutes into our Sunday Funday round of bowling until it became apparent that I was NOT a bowling savant as I initally anticipated...
(I finally hit my stride about 5 turns in...)
(And by hit my stride I mean broke 60)
5: Number of pounds of pure alcoholic FAT gained this weekend...
(Seriously. SOMEONE GET CONTROL OF ME.)
(How is that even possible!?)
(SOMEONE GET CONTROL OF MEEEEEE.)
4: Number of hours of snuggling given to me by Normie on Sunday morning...
(He is thesweetestwittlebabyintheentireworldandijustwannasquishhiswittlefaceallofthetime.)
(Biggest. baby. ever.)
(I WUV HIMMMMM.)
3: Number of times I got the giggles this weekend.
(Booze played no part.)
(I swear.)
2: Number of mince pies eaten by moi this weekend...
(MINI.)
(File under: Foods-that-sounded-disgusting-until-I-tried-them-and-then-turned-out-to-be-amazing)
1: Number of loads of laundry done!
(Number left to do? Approximately 450.)
(Martha, don't judge me.)
HOW WAS YOUR WEEKEND?!
Minced pies do sound disgusting. Makes me think of wet dog food. I have no clue what is actually in a minced pie.
ReplyDeleteSounds like a fun weekend! Love the giggles.
Yep, it's official. Someone needs to give you a book deal. I'd read every single book!
ReplyDeleteCan't wait to have an alcoholic bevvie or 2 myself here soon!! woot!
ReplyDeleteThat cat is just ridiculousness personified.
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