They just don’t.
My favorite thing to do on Friday nights is to stay in with a few red box movies and my good friend Mon.
Lame? Maybe. Necessary? Very.
Anyway, it’s officially fall up in here and as we start our descent into the doom and gloom of Chicago winter, you know I’m stocking up on one important thing.Argyle socks!
I’m so sexy.
Don’t mind the bra on the floor in the background… perv…
My mild obsession with them is not only fashionable, but functional. Score!
Don’t tell me otherwise.
Even though it’s the weekend and I do what I want, there are still rules to follow. Like how weekend breakfasts should always include pancakes.I missed National Pancake Day this last week. It was tragic and I was devastated. But better late than never, right?
Pancakes are one thing I just use a mix for and add whatever I feel like. This particular batch had pumpkin and chocolate chips. Holla’.
Another rule is that, after you have a restful night in, the next night should always be reserved for good times out with friends.
And going to see our favorite Chicagoland band.It never gets old. Neither does staring at their legs…
…what? You’re totally doing it, too.
And neither does staying out on Saturday nights until waaaaaaaay past my bed time. My last text says I was up unti 4:02. No wonder I slept in until 11:00.
Yeah, I KNOW.
Because of the fatigue this produced, I let my crockpot, Cristiano, cook dinner.Aaaahhhhh steak chili. It would have also included onion and whatnot. But that would have required actually getting off my couch. And that, my friends, was not happening.
At one point, a visit to the gym was attempted. I looked at the treadmill and laughed. Retired to the stairmill for 20 minutes and called it a day.
And that was my one shining moment of productivity yesterday. Nevermind the laundry. Or the bathroom that needs to be cleaned.
Oh- at some point, my roommate and I decided on Halloween costumes for this year. So that’s considered productive… right?
Slow Sunday. Some things never change…
Maybe I was saving the little energy I had to cheer on the St. Louis Cardinals while I feasted on chili?
Maybe. Heaven knows I needed it. My Cards have been exhausting to watch. They seem to be a wild card in every sense of the word. My heart can’t take the stress.
But anyway, this weekend proved to be yet another typical weekend in Amyland. I like it that way. Just wish it were a little longer. Because work is not going to be a walk in the park this week. More. Coffee. Please.
Oh and before I leave you, just wanted to say there is still time to sign up for the Blogger Sweet Swap Round 2! If you haven’t yet, let Jess or myself know! It’s Fall-themed and you know you want some comfort food to curl up on the couch with… just sayin’…
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