Oh, y’all.  Y’all y’all y’all.  Work is KICKING MY ASS, and FRYING MY BRAIN, and I had a fun weekend with my high school girlfriends but I am so exhausted I can hardly even think straight to tell you about it.  I am SO BUSY, and it seems like everything I do is coming back to either A) bite me in the ass, or B) haunt me forever and ever and NEVER LEAVE ME ALONG OMG.  It’s enough to make a girl drink more wine than is advisable on a weeknight. (Or maybe that is due to the fact that the cork broke and my mother taught me to never be wasteful.)  So here I am, on a Monday night, lamenting the fact that I am not a trust-fund baby.  *sigh*  Life, it is not fair.

Anyhoo!  Since my brain function is currently minimal, I give you a quick weekend recap utilizing my good buddy The Bullet Point.

NonSoccerMom’s Weekend – Cliffs Notes Version:

• Took 1/2 day from work Friday so that I could make the 2-hour drive during Miss T’s afternoon nap.
• Got to parents’ house before they were home, holy hell they keep it hot in there during the day.
• Waited on Sher to arrive for dinner, laugh when she gets a speeding ticket while trying to hurry.
• Stay up too late considering I have to leave for Houston at 6:45 a.m. Saturday.
• Leave Miss T with parents, meet up with high school girlfriends for Komen Houston Race for the Cure.
• Walk non-competitive 5K in ungodly October heat.
• Get lost in parking garage after race for upwards of 15 minutes.
• Have brunch at Barnaby’s – a perfect place for the egg salad sandwich I had been craving.
• Get pedicure.
• Go shoe shopping, find a pair of killer heels that I managed to resist buying.
• Shower, get dressed, head out to Gulf Greyhound Park with the girls.
• Have a surprisingly good dinner in the club section, which was reminiscent of an ’80s bowling alley.
• Resist temptation to gamble, admire all the pretty greyhounds instead.
• Get dragged to a bar with my harder-partying girlfriends.
• Drink.
• Keep one girlfriend from removing pants in public.
• Drink.
• Whine about being tired and wanting to go to bed.
• Finally get to bed around 4 a.m. while there are random French guys in my friend’s living room.
• Wake up earlier than should be allowed after going to bed at 4 a.m.
• Get a pumpkin latte from Starbucks after an angry encounter with a non-functioning gas pump.
• Meet parents and a very cheerful Miss T at Panera Bread for lunch.
• Head home.
• Make a poor decision regarding making a pit stop to feed Miss T.
• Regret it for the next 13 miles.
• Stop at McDonald’s 20 miles from home to feed a very angry baby.
• Finally make it home to AE and N, who were finishing up their “Man’s Weekend”.
• Go to bed at a REASONABLE HOUR.

The End.

P.S.  My sweet husband put my pretty gold award over there on the sidebar without me even mentioning it to him.  A keeper, no?