Labor Day was a great day-- right up there with the birth of my little niecelet, Greta. With no work, a One Tree Hill "Leyton" Marathon and a delightful 70 degrees on the thermometer..... the day kicked ass. I dressed up for the occasion by sporting my most tapered pair of sweatpants, a sweet side ponytail and a ripped hoodie with paint and holes in it. Because I typically spend my weekends running around like a mad woman; cooking, cleaning, running errands, chasing after Kasia and doing 78 loads of laundry, I wanted to celebrate the Day of Labor with doing nothing. And eating carbs. And napping. 2 naps.
I kicked off my 3-day weekend with a sleepover at the Abbey Resort in Lake Geneva. Celebrating Kristy's up-and-coming nuptials, her maid of honor (Jen Awesome) threw together a lovely weekend. Lovely quickly turned to drunk and fun, and partially black-out wasted however, it was super. I drove up with Ashley and thank God...... I was still drunk when I awoke on Saturday, so she got the lucky job of driving home. McDonald's would not have made any difference to my bodily state. It was that bad.
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