That's the only bit of sustenance in this post. (but really...)
Apparently I have a knack for Memorial Day blog posts (seen here and here), so I'm coming at you again in 2020, bitches. Sorry, but not sorry for the lack of a 2019 post. From what I can remember, we ventured from the southeastern corner of the state of LA to the northwestern corner of the state (still LA) to hang out with mi padre. Nate the Great also planned a little reunion fun with some old work buddies, and we just took it all reallllllll eassssssy. :) We have good memories from a year ago when cloth masks weren't strapped to our faces and the sun was nice and shiny...
|Mi Padre and Mi Amore|
which is the opposite of today.
After busting our bootays this morning doing a workout from my new trainer (#bigballin'), we got all cleaned up and were like "This rain is going to pass, and we'll just get a little mud on our shoes!" However, that soon turned into "it's really coming down out there! Mebbbeeee we should reschedule for another day." :( But we made light of it and took some pics by the door.
|I'm pretty sure I was mid song here.|
|I guess I could have cropped some of these a bit, but la to the zy.|
|DEFINITELY mid-song here.|
It's all good in the 'hood. We had a turkey sammiches with a little side of Mr. Trebek, and all was right in the world again.
Then I had the bright idea to go ahead and knock out getting a few groceries from Trader Joe's, and I thought "It's Memorial Day AND rainy - - Trader Joe's is going to be EMPTY!" (are you picking up on the foreshadowing I'm putting down? 'cause if not, then maybe
Little did she know that everyone in the DFW metroplex had the same idea.
So after nearly 18 minutes in line, I hightailed my slippery shoes through the store and was out in less time than my wait time.
But you know what?! Who the eff cares? Cause it's STILL a day off work! #MemorialDayBitches
This is my current view.
No rearranging/posing things to make it cooler. #lazyblogger So you just get a plain, boring candle picture.
And another cat picture. (THANK GOD he's feeling oodles and oodles better than last weekend.)
P.S. That's not water in my water bottle.
P.S.S. Yes it is, because my trainer said I can't have alcohol.