I did a fair amount of adulting this weekend. I gathered some shit, took it to my folks house, and helped my mom with her garage sale. I even stuck around so I could spend a little extra time with my dad, because he works on weekends and I don't get to see him as much as I'd like.

I spent Sunday at home cooking, cleaning, and moving furniture around. I put together my new patio table and chairs, then made a blood orange mimosa and got tipsy in my new happy place. All that was missing was aviator sunglasses. I don't care how out of style they are (I don't even know if they are out of style), I look fucking FABOO in them.

Now I'm at work. My back is sore, my hips are sore, my eyes are heavy, and my sinuses are full. All I want to do is go home and hang out on the front stoop with my mini bottle of Moscato that I have chilling in the fridge. We're supposed to get weekends to do cool shit, and all we end up doing is working more.

One day of relaxing and day-drinking is just not enough.