Oh goodness, I am having such a fun weekend. I usually reserve my Sunday mornings for writing guest posts and working on my novel but I just had to pop in here and share what kinds of shenanigans I’ve been getting up to.
Friday night was awesome fun. One of my co-workers has joined the Army and Friday was his last day so we sent him off with a party. My month-long craving for margaritas was finally satisfied, and I won $200 by drinking more beer at once than I’ve ever drunk my whole life. It sounds shady, but with $200 sitting on the table I couldn’t pass it up.
My bosses bet me $100 each that I couldn’t drink a full yard of beer (which is about 36 ounces) in four minutes. Once the yard glass was filled I was certain they were right, but I figured that fortune favors the bold so I decided to give it a shot. Sure, I never drink beer and sure, I’ve never tried to chug anything before but you only live once right?
I finished the darn thing in 2 minutes 16 seconds. My bosses were flabbergasted and impressed, and I now have $200 to go clothes shopping with. I am so. excited. Sure, it was probably a very silly and unclassy thing to do, but I managed not to belch in front of anyone (I know, I’m probably a freak) and it was easy money. FTW!
Saturday dawned sunny and warm and I had a strange surplus of energy so I cleaned the house like a fiend. This place is sparkly clean, and Wes didn’t even have to help me because he was enjoying himself at the Worldview Apologetics Conference. It felt great to clean the house and give him a weekend off from vacuuming and sweeping (which are normally his jobs). My back is paying for the cleaning spurt though.
I’m looking forward to spending the rest of this pretty Sunday relaxing on the couch and hanging out with Wes. I would really like to go shopping for clothes immediately, but I think I’ll wait until after my birthday next month. Then I can go shopping and it’ll be like my birthday present to myself.
It’s a bit weird to think about going shopping right now, because I have no way of knowing whether I’ll be pregnant next month, or in two months. I suppose the best way to ensure that I’ll be pregnant soon is to buy a whole bunch of clothes that won’t fit when I get pregnant. I guess I’d better get shopping then, huh?