I know I’m at least six months behind the times, but would anyone like to be my friend on Twitter? I promise not to bore you with my chirping, except on days that end in “y.”
So I actually went *gasp* OUT this weekend. Yes, “out,” as in, the opposite of “in.” As in, T & I recently canceled our cable, so it was either stay home and mourn the loss of DVR or re-live my early 20’s and go on a good old-fashioned pub crawl. Danielle invited me to go with her and her friends to the Sea Dog for some late night live music and Jagermeister, and I gratefully accepted. Good times!
If I could write an open letter to Jagermeister, it would go something like, “Dear Jager, thank you for being so strangely tasty, for making my tummy all warm and fuzzy, and for not giving me a hangover. Love, Caro.”
And I think a night out on the town was just what this busy bee needed, because I came home to more custom orders, photos, and housework and I felt entirely prepared to tackle it all. I’m not entirely sure where Sunday went, but I know it was a good day because I am just now sitting down to a bowl of chocolate ice cream and I haven’t cried over the lack of DVR once!