need hug and wine

It's Friday. I'm worn out.

For the fifty people who text messaged me last night and today, yesterday's date was fine. He was a splendid fellow and dinner was tasty. I didn't say anything too stupid, and neither did he. I only made one little troll-face, on ACCIDENT. One of his hobbies is to make pasta. MAKE pasta. MAKE THE PASTA. Not cook the pasta, but make the noodles from scratch. Unique, right?

Another wedding tomorrow, and I even bought new jewelry for it. The bride reminded me not to wear white. I'm not sure how offended I should be about the fact that I got reminded not to wear white to a wedding. As a rebuttal, I'm going to wear light beige.

Thanks to the girlies at Francesca's for patiently helping me pick out a new necklace. I do like that store, even though it's still a Mall Store and not as unique as they want me to believe. I'm on to you, Frannie.

The thing causing the most anticipation this weekend? Sunday morning. Can't wait to take it easy and catch an extra Z or two. Also, this weekend is the Columbus Marathon, methinks, so I'll probably watch some people run, while I eat a delicious, nutritionally rewarding cinnamon roll. (It seems I have ZERO room to complain about my physique.)

This week has felt very long, and I definitely need a glass of wine and a hug. Free hugs, come find me!

Friday, Friday :)