Yes, I live at home.
Yes, I get super excited when they go away for the weekend.
Conversation with my dad before they left:
Me: "Which car are you guys taking?"
Dad: "Mom's"
Me: "Oh good, because I ordered like 3 kegs for the party and I'll need the truck to be able to pick them up."
Dad: "YOU BETTER NOT BE HAVING A PARTY!"
Me: "Oh please dad, you know I don't have any friends to invite to a party anyways!"
Mom: "Don't forget to get some dancing boys!"
At least my mom understands my humor.
So, what did I do with my weekend then?
Friday: Nothing. I sat and watched TV and cuddled with my pup.
Saturday: I had a tea brunch in the afternoon, then I met up with some girl friends out in Newport Beach. We watched the game- Yay Niners!
Then went out to a couple bars.
Not to self, I am no longer in my early twenties and able to drink as I once did.
Although, those fireball shots were delicious.
Sunday: Recovery day. Movie watching, crocheting, and puppy cuddling.
Breakfast Burritos are the best after a night out. I'm glad Ryan appreciates that.
I don't know if you guys can handle how out of control crazy I am. I really might need an intervention soon.
