The weather was gorgeous all weekend & we took full advantage. Grilling and a few drinks on the deck, getting some much needed sun on this pasty pale skin....a little too much sun, my left shoulder would tell you. I stayed out there about 50 minutes longer than I should because I was wayyy too wrapped up reading Bossy Pants. Hilarious--you should read it.
I decided to stay indoors on Sunday to get some things done & prepare for the week. About an 1/8 of the things on my list got done before I noticed that the entire last season of Sex and the City was on my DVR. Next thing I know, I saw Charlotte convert to Judaism, break up with Harry, marry Harry, battle infertility; Elizabeth Taylor win the dog show--on her period!; Miranda get the chicken pox, meet the doctor, break up with the doctor, marry Steve, move to Brooklyn; Samantha with Smith, Samantha and cancer & Lil Kim's wig; Carrie with Burger, Carrie with the Russian Lovah, and then, finally, Carrie with Big. Needless to say, I was a hot hormonal mess with a snoring dog, two loads of unwashed laundry, and only frozen meat.
It was pretty much the perfect Sunday. I hope yours was equally as amazing.