These are always some of my very favorite posts to read, so today, I thought I would join in the fun...which all started here! Plus, I most certainly did not do anything crazy this weekend...
Before I left work on Thursday, I did not just stand there looking completely shocked when my co-worker told me he was "going to let me take care of" basically all of his share of the work for the next week or so because he didn't feel like we were that busy. I have not thought to myself every second of seeing his face today, "Hope you are enjoying having nothing to do because I have been busy all day!"
Friday, Matt and I began the 5 hour trip home to Indy. When we stopped for breakfast at 9:30 am, I did not order a Hot Fudge Cake Sundae with my sausage toaster from Sonic.
Upon arrival, Matt spent the afternoon golfing with friends while I had the pleasure of spending some quality time with my in-laws. I definitely did not spend half the time blabbing my MIL's ear off about my enormous amount of family drama only to love her even more for being just the way she is. I also did not agree to get ice cream with her which did not turn out to be my lunch and my 2nd time having ice cream in one day.
After meeting some friends for dinner that night, they most certainly did not suggest getting ice cream, not resulting in a day of ice cream for every meal for me.
My best friend's brother's wedding was on Saturday. I definitely did not have too much wine, again, nor did I ask my former high school teacher to dance?!? What? Me, never.
While busting out my signature moves to Baby Got Back, I most certainly did not slip on spilled beer (which I did not spill...no really....it was NOT me!) and fall smack on my butt right in the center of the circle of dancers. I also did not continue to dance on the floor like it was all part of my routine.
Sunday was super relaxing. I did not take a nap for the third day in a row on my in-laws couch and then spent the rest of the day traveling home with Hubs. We did not stop for ice cream. And it was not a Butterfinger Blast.
