I wore white jeans.

…Wearing white jeans is like eating spaghetti in a wedding dress.

I drove to San Jose/San Mateo to visit some of my favorite people.

While in San Jose, I got to eat breakfast with my friend Jessica.  I ordered an omelet that came with hashbrowns…and I substituted my piece of toast for what I thought would be ONE pancake.  The omelet was the size of a fiesta burrito, and the TWO pancakes were bigger than my head.  I popped.

I got to see my semi-sister Laura play in a super intense, nail biting, back and forth volleyball game in a three story gym…..at a high school.  Craziness.  They won by the way.  (Confetti! Confetti!)

I was able to sit and spend some time with my “school mom,” Heidi.  I missed her.

…Wearing white jeans is like trying to maneuver through mud and stay clean in brand new Tennis Shoes.

I made my first Long Island Iced Tea…unsuccessfully.  Unless Long Islands are supposed to taste exactly like Margaritas.

I watched three football games on Sunday.

I napped on Sunday.

I drooled on Sunday.

…Wearing white jeans is like trying to get through a mine field safely.

I edited 3.78 million photographs on Saturday.  AND it rained.  (Confetti! Confetti!)

I sat happily at my kitchen counter next to my WoodWick candle and listened to it crackle.

I blistered the roof of my mouth on chili…and made a mental note to never eat chili again.

I had chili for lunch today.

…Wearing white jeans is kind of like walking through a room full of finger painting preschoolers and expecting not to get hit.

My boyfriend cooked me steak.  It was pretttty tasty.  I’ll keep him around, I think.

I DID NOT wash my car.

I DID clean my room.  (Confetti! Confetti!)

I watched The Impossible.  I was a basket case and a half throughout the whole movie.  A lot of talking to the screen.  A lot of chills.  A lot of tears silently leaking down my face.

…Wearing white jeans is like sitting on the side of a pool and expecting not to get wet.

Hope your weekend…and Monday, was great!