i like to start my weekends on thursday just like any other trophy wife does. my plans to sail around the atlantic ocean on a 52 foot yacht were postponed due to the looming inclement weather. so, instead i attempted to sleep in but jonah had other plans... like walking on my face at 6:30am. i had one of my hired help drive me to the nail salon and got my fingers and tootsies man handled by a lady boy. then bought myself a new pair of running sneakers! my old ones have a few hundred miles on them and give me blisters every. single. time. i. wear. them.
exhibits A & B.
and in case you forgot, i'm still engaged and it's still awesome.
don't tell any of the other trophy wives this but i'm totally marrying for love. how boring.
after i attempted suicide (read: ran in 95 degree weather) i met my mama for filet paired with some hops and barley at outback... it's the greatest place on earth. back in april, i had morning sickness paired with an unnatural craving for red meat and mexican food... i convinced myself i was all preggers. turns out i was just a lazy fat ass. pregnancy test: negative. morning sickness: gone. cravings: still in full force.
on friday, i worked all day. i've really gotta get rid of that job. cutting in to my sun bathing time. then i met this classy gal for another suicide attempt (read: run)...
yes, she is in fact wearing a bathing suit top and sweats while smoking. that's runner material right there!
then we went out for dinner and cocktails. some people asked me to dance with them and i said...
no way!
because i was far too busy dancing with this hottie...
nothing exciting happened on saturday because of that damn job. ugh. but sunday... sunday was ahhhmazing.
my maid of honor came over and did my hair. myspace-esque photo shoot followed.
we went to priscilla of boston.
and did a little of this <3. (not "the" dress... but everything looked good on me.)
my apologies for the lengthy post even though i know you loved it. i'm off to have a whipped cream vodka & diet ginger ale while i wait for dinner to cook itself...
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