Friday I switched things up a bit. But you probably read about that here. This whole running after work thing is becoming a big problem. Not because I hate it, but because I love it. The problem factors in when I don't get home until 8pm. I had one of the most stressful nights of my life on Friday night because of this:
I've never been so stressed watching a movie ever. Usually when we watch movies I gradually shift over until I'm laying down and then before you know it I'm asleep. I sat straight up throughout this entire movie. Tense. It was good, though, I mean, I'd recommend it, if you don't mind being stressed out.
Me and Jillian had an early morning date on Saturday, and after a 20 minute sweat session I did all the really, super fun things that you (ok maybe just me) do on Saturdays, like clean up and grocery shop.
In an attempt to make our front patio more inviting and spend more money (because we are so rich), Sean and I went out on a quest to find a bistro table and chair set. We finally decided on one at Garden Ridge, and then I played the role of super wife and kept Sean company while he sweated it out in 90+ degree Houston heat putting the furniture together. I drank mimosas and went inside any time I started to glisten. Yes, glisten. Not sweat.
Please ignore my frightening facial expression. Sometimes I get a little overly excited. Also, please ignore that I am wearing the same shirt I was wearing Wednesday. I promise I only wore it for a couple hours on Wednesday night.
We met my family for some pretty outstanding sushi on Saturday night to celebrate Mother's Day and then Sean and I drove over to a little hole in the wall bar for a few drinks with my coworker and her fiance. Apparently it was karaoke night. I will never do karaoke.
I took some pictures at the bar of the folks brave enough to get up there and wail their little hearts out, but they all turned out so dark that they aren't worth posting. We spent Sunday with Sean's family celebrating Mother's Day and then we came home and I proceeded to lay on the couch and put off vacuuming and mopping until the evening.
Apparently Sean didn't know just how much I love Yogurt Cup, because he was silly enough to ask me Sunday night if I wanted to go. He can attest to the fact that within 3 seconds of him asking I had my shoes on, changed my shirt, grabbed my purse and was ready to go. Silly, silly.