No Good Title Comes to Mind

Sunday Morning tricked me.


I was under the impression that Sunday would be for lounging, sleeping, relaxing and doing nothing, but I was wrong. Sunday lured me in with false promises and then BLAM. Sunday had other things in store.

First, a hung over wedding date. Aww, poor baby. And the Dramatics! The Pouting! It's OK, I'm an excellent Coddler :) My friend Kelly was running the Columbus Marathon, so we spent some time out in the cold waiting for her to charge by, arms in the air in victory and superiority. Which she did, and even though she didn't quite make her goal, she finished and she looked like a total babe doing it. And, do you have any friends who are having an affair with a married person? Who you maybe met this weekend? Yeah, no, me either...

My sister needed a ride to the airport to return to Texas. My car was North, about 25 minutes. When I got to my car, it was discovered that my Car Keys were in last night's outfit. Upon attempted retrieval, I realized that my Apartment Keys were locked in my car. 25 Minutes North. Sweet.

I'm surprised the Country Club even let my car stay there for as long as it did. My little Honda is definitely a poor-person car, and was 100% damaging their image. (Cuz they fancy.) They were probably about assume it was evidence from a horrible crime, and encircle it with Caution Tape. I can only be so insulted, my muffler is started to attract negative attention...

One other thing? This was my last wedding of the year. Congratulations to my excellent friends, Kaylyn and Mike! They rounded out this extremely long wedding season with hot-pink style.