How was your weekend?
Mine pretty much sucked ass.
I think the low point occurred when I was sitting alone on the couch surfing the interwebs, with my jar of peanut butter in one hand and a knife in the other.
Despite the deliciousness of peanut butter, that was not what one would call the highlight of my life.
I had spent all day Saturday sleeping in the living room in my pajamas. Not as awesome as it sounds, let me tell you. But sometimes I'm just too damn exhausted to put any effort into anything but that. And yes, even sleeping in the living room is effort, because it isn't the bedroom.
I ended up sending Hubby over to the neighbour's backyard party - so he could have some fun, and so I could have some time to eat my peanut butter in peace.
So I watched Ashton Kutcher and Natalie Portman in a cute chick flick, and then whined to my twitter/blogger friends jacqui and Ang.
(Angela and I have decided that I can call her Ang since we're such good friends. Or because everyone does. Whatever.)
Sunday wasn't so bad I guess. Hubby had a little show at a charity bike ride, but the Park Cop was strongly opposed to a band mate's Chiwawa in a bag, so that fell through.
From there Starbucks was probably the highlight. Or maybe the sushi I ate for dinner.
Until I BIT MY ENTIRE LOWER LIP OFF.
And then Handflapper and Steph said I'd be a terrible cannibal, and I wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing, but I decided it didn't matter because I didn't actually EAT my lip, I just bit it off and spat it out.
So I worked from home today to nurse my bruised ego and missing lip. And eat peanut butter. Just with my finger this time. No need for the knife.
I think my lip might grow back, but I'm not sure the ego meds can be mixed with the lip-replacement meds, so we'll see. If I had to pick, I might pick the ego meds. Even though one seems fairly reliant on the other.