Ok, now that we got that out of the way, let's chat about something way cooler than Mondays... the weekend. Except for I absolutely sucked at being a blogger and by that I mean that I actually didn't take one mother effing picture the entire weekend. So, that's my bad.
I spent the majority of my weekend with this guy:
We watched a shit ton of football, ate like we have the metabolisms of 14 year olds, and drank all of the beer in all of the land. It was glorious until I woke up this morning and realized I think I gained 10 pounds over the weekend and even my yoga pants feel tight. I suppose this is a pretty decent indicator that it's time to lace up and run for the #beersweat again. Le sigh. Getting old is for the birds... whatever that saying actually means. Hopefully it means something negative because that's where I was attempting to go with it.
I'm rambling.
Oh, speaking of football. My Noles.
WE KILLED IT ON SATURDAY.
Suck it, Clemson! (and Gators... who lost... and are now unranked. MUAHAHA. Super suck it, Gators.)
Also, either this picture is an absolutely horrible angle of me or I really need to just go running for 24 hours straight because I look straight fluffy. Then again, it could have been the wings, hotdog, fries, chips, salsa, and god only knows what else I consumed the duration of the day. Let's not forget enough Miller Lite to fuel a frat house. Kind of makes me a little nauseous thinking about it now. Must. Go. Running. #beersweat. #misery.
Speaking of football one more time... I got this text last night from my pal Sarah and then I did the most over the top, out of control, wtf is that white girl doing, happy dance.
Someone just hold me tight and rock me (mama like a wagon wheel) because I just can't even stand the excitement.
Unfortunately that's all I've got for you today. I'll try to be a better blogger this weekend.
Emphasis on try.
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