Despite my best efforts in college, I am still something of an overachiever. I have a problem saying no to people I love, and a dreadful tendency to burn the candle at both ends, and maybe in the middle a little as well. A spate of weddings, a visit from my mom, and a heavy workload at my 9-5 (or 7-7 as the case may be) left me exhausted, definitely unwilling, and possibly unable to do anything this weekend.
Wait, I don’t mean that. I mean…I didn’t want to have any obligatons. No parties to attend, no dates for drinks (but not with you. I always want to hang out with you), no family members needing help tiling, no nothing. I am too much of a busybody to ACTUALLY do nothing.
So I got a pedicure. I watched crappy TV. I bought muffin rings and work clothes. I spent Saturday evening with a horrible headache (bad) on the couch, watching Law and Order: SVU (not bad, also, you’ll notice I did not lump SVU in with “crappy tv” because it is the.best.show.ever.) I woke up blessedly hangover-free and shockingly cheery at 6:45 Sunday morning. I
read Martha Stewart Living and called my mom lazed in bed until almost 8, and then commenced a bout of errand running that puts every last one of you to shame. I visited Whole Foods (twice), the hardware store, my favorite coffee shop, the farmers market, Target, Giant, Yes! and Home Rule and spent a lot of time trying to find pickling salt. And I still arrived home in just enough time to see Cam Newton throw his first interception…in the first 15 seconds of the Panthers game.
All of this is to say that I had grand plans for Sunday afternoon. Soups to make and pears to pickle and tomatoes to can. And I did none of it. Not a single thing. I sat on the couch with some of my favorite women in the world and yelled at the football and drank a lot of mimosas and ate too many nachos. And you know what? I don’t regret it at all.
Of course, this meant I had to rectify the situation on Monday. Stay tuned.