Weekend of the monsoon escapades.

Good morning, loves. It's Monday... wooh. hoo. I'm trying to make the best of my Monday but Dunkin Donuts went and pissed your girl off before 8am this morning. See, I really wanted a Dunkaccino (thanks to Laura) and their machine was broken. Boo to you, Dunkin. Mama needs her Monday morning caffeine fix, ya heard? Starbucks came through in the end with a good old fashion caramel macchiato and I'm now done pouting.

This weekend was fun but full of rain. I don't know why, after 25 years of living in this state, I continue to grow surprised at the amount of rain that August brings. That shiz was crazy pants this weekend, guys. 

On Friday night my boo took me to get sushi and we got rained on.

Here's what we looked like before we got rained on. My hair was looking alll sorts of hot messness when we got back. Think blonde Diana Ross. Scary, really.

Saturday morning we woke up and guess what? It was raining. Shocking, I know.

We are the brilliant couple that decides to head to the beach when it looks like this outside.

Genius.

But really, we had to go to the general area, regardless, because C needed to get one of his watches fixed and the store was conveniently located 10 minutes from our favorite beach hang out.

I made the best of the weather and bought this super adorbs pair of Sperry flippy floppies while we were killing time at the mall. What? You didn't actually expect me to go to a mall and come out empty handed, did you?

The rain lightened enough for us to head to our beach party spot and we got our drink on a little.

Check out that bucket o' liquor.

I felt the need to take detailed photos of this bad boy... There was an entire fruit salad in that bish!

Low and behold, the rain started back up again and so we made our way back to the house, changed into our YOLO shirts (obvi), for a little drinking Jenga and dog grooming. Yes, you read that correctly. Dog grooming on a Saturday night.

Drinking Jenga with dueling shot glasses. If you don't say "Go Noles!" in your comment, we can't be friends. Just kidding, I live with the enemy. 

I had no clue that this man was so handy with clippers. Ella looks like a new woman and I swear I heard her prancing around the house singing "you make me feel.. you make me feel like a natuuuurallll womannnnn...".

Yesterday C had back-to-back softball games and, get ready for a big shocker...

they got rained out. 

Needless to say, I look and feel like a drowned rat after this weekend and I'm going to be in need of a serious makeover once hurricane season passes. I don't think I've really done much with myself since my birthday. One of these days... Just maybe.

I'm being dragged (slightly more willingly, but don't tell him that) to play tennis again tonight. Seeing as how I'm still a little sore from last Thursday (and I definitely waddled around, grandma style, all freaking weekend) I'm going to need all of you to send a girl some luck. 

Have a great day everyone!