One day til the weekend

Good Morning,

It’s Thursday morning and the sun is out here in the Midwest.

I had far too much fun last night with Mandy from House of Rose and her friend Amanda (my first time meeting her… you would love her).

I should have had only one glass of sangria but instead I thought it was a good idea to have two. {Yes, I’m a lightweight}

Mandy wanted to stop at Target on our way home.

I was not going to leave Target without a package of oreos and a small milk.

I chugged the milk and devoured two oreos in the car on the way home.

All while teaching Mandy that there is such a thing as a backhoe. “A what? How do you spell it?”

I told her I would let her write the recap of the night and I would just “link” to it so I’m going to stick to my word.

Even with all the fun {my face still hurts from the laughing and my head hurts worse}, I went to bed sad that I wasn’t sleeping at the Mojito’s house and woke up even sadder that I wasn’t on the plane somewhere in between Dallas and South Carolina with MM trying to control our excitement to see Blue-Eyed Bride and start our weekend of fun. Okay, that’s the very last time I’m going to cry about it. I still have my ticket and can use it within the next year for the same destination… so I know my time will come.

Confession: I didn’t wash my hair before I went to dinner last night.

Result: I must do it now.

I’ll be back in a few.