Was the person who originally spelled Wednesday drunk?
Holy hell, a whole week without any posts from me? Who knew I could shut up that long.
I got a lecture from my mom Monday night after our weekly family dinner, in which she confessed she was, quite frankly, ticked that she had to ASK what I had been up to lately, instead of just reading it on my blog.
Uh. I've been on approximately 47 dates since Christmas. I'm not sure what happened that made me cool, but apparently I have some sort of gravitational pull on menfolk this month and well, that's fun.
Work is SO busy. I'm drowning in tequila. No really. I'm ready for Cinco de Mayo to be over.
I am addicted to cheesy pop this month. I go through phases, last month was country, most months are ghetto rap. This month - Dream, 98 Degrees, Carly Call Me Maybe (what's her real name anyways?) Biebs. I've got a whole Spotify playlist, aptly titled "That Just Happened"
Speaking of Biebs, my grandpa was dancing to Boyfriend on my parents front porch Sunday afternoon.
And then my dad was car dancing to LMFAO on Monday night.
My family is a bit loco.
Also, it's Wednesday - that means Girls Night Out. I think we need to hit up the country bar again.