Oh dear, life got the best of me this weekend. I have not succeeded in celebrating anything other than self-indulgence. I spent all weekend visiting my wonderful Aunt Chelle, and not only does she spoil me rotten but I didn't think I should drag her into my blogging nonsense. So, I give you an account of how the past few days went down:
Thursday, May 19: Boys' Club Day.
What does that even mean?! I had no idea. It so happened to be the same day that I got a much-needed haircut. Therefore, I hearby christen May 19 as GET A HAIRCUT, HIPPIE Day.
Friday, May 20: Be a Millionaire Day/ Pick Strawberries Day
How the heck do I just be a millionaire for a day? And maybe strawberry picking would be an easier task had it not been on a weekday, when 90% of us work. Geez, people. Poor planning much?
Saturday, May 21; National Waiters and Waitress' Day
Now this one, I really did try. Before I left work on Friday, I sat down and made two little cards out of construction paper, decorating them with clip art and kind words for the servers I planned to give them to the following day. During Aunt Chelle weekends, eating out at least once is essential. But once we got to Ponzio's, my favorite Jersey diner, in Cherry Hill, I realized that the cards were still sitting at home in my duffle. Womp womp. I didn't have them when we went to Francesco's for dinner, either. Fail.
Saturday, May 22: Buy a Musical Instrument Day
I'd had the best of intentions to go to the Dollar Store and buy a kazoo, or something like that. But, as I stayed with Aunt Chelle until the last minute yesterday, that didn't really work out either. Poo. But I rocked out in the car all the way home and fantasized about the instruments I wish I could play; does that count a little bit? I also dragged out my old flute (I played in elementary and middle school, until I discovered how much I despised marching band) to see if I could still produce anything remotely like music; and I can!
I'll try to do better for you, dear readers. You deserve so much more.
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