Friday day, my husband and I worked hard to put the finishing touches on a desk we have been repurposing for a mini-bar. Between that and making a cake for a little party we had planned to celebrate a friends birthday, my time was pretty much occupied. Friday night, the so called little party led to an empty bottle of tequila, a 3 a.m. trip to IHOP, and not getting to bed until 5 a.m. (all in all a good time considering I did not vomit or pass out at any point during the evening)
Saturday-the tequila caught up with me and royally kicked my ass. Most wicked hangover EVER. I had a perma-headache from the moment I woke up until I went to bed. Absolutely dreadful. So much so I have to ask myself- WTF were you thinking?!?!? Never again I tell you. Never again.
Sunday-slept in, woke up, looked at the clock. Noon. Thought to myself- No, it couldn't possibly be noon. Wrong. Damn you daylight savings! At no point in my life do I think to myself that I need to lose an hour. What sense does this make? None. People should really ask me about these things.
Looking back at my last three posts, they all pretty much consist of the same thing. I have too much to do and no time. And this is without even having a job! I have to go back to work soon and then what will happen? Next mission: I need a schedule ASAP!
Oh and below is a before and after picture of our newly re-finished mini bar! It is soooo cute!
BEFORE
AFTER