Meteorologist Monday

So I think I can be a meteorologist, no seriously.  I know that my training is in the arts, but surely I could look at some computer model with blues and purples and predict things incorrectly all the time.  I'll consider the career change, but for now I'll just be bitter toward all meteorologists that falsely predict weather and give me false hope for a snow day.  I hate you.  Rant over.

Happy freakin Monday.  I could've used an extra day this weekend.  I'm just extra sleepy and I can't even blame the Irish, wish I could, wish I could.

Friday – HHH was a success!  Tried the highly recommended moscato + frozen strawberries blended combo.  A few observations I'd like to make:
• That shit is delicious.
• Adding raspberries, also tasty.
• Even works with frozen pineapple.
• My freezer is now void of frozen fruit.
• My head hurt. Like. A. Sugary. Motherfucker. the next morning.
Will I make it again?  Hell yes.  Will I wait long enough to forget how shittastic I felt when I woke up the next morning?  Absolutely.  On the menu this week = Bud Light.

Saturday was kind of a womp womp day.  Not too much excitement in the household.  BUT, if you're following me on instagram, you may have seen my new-jeans-obligatory-ass-shot.  Ok, so I was down to 1 pair of regular jeans and 1 pair of jeggings that I could wear comfortably.  I realized lately that I've been having a serious case of sag ass in the regular jeans.  I'm talkin pull those bitches up to the bellybutton just to have them hug the butt cheeks.  I got kinda sick of that so I convinced bribed the hubs (all it takes is a little beef jerky) to go to TJ Maxx and look for some jeans with me.  So the sag assers are a size 14, so I grabbed some size 10's to go try on and holyhell they were all too big!  So I went back out and ventured into the 8 section, I was secretly super excited, don't tell anyone.  So I ended up finding some off brand dark jeans that fit me quite well and didn't give me the dreaded muffin top.  They were also $18.  Needless to say, I was thrilled.  Saturday night ended up being a night in with the hubs watching Skyfall and eating popcorn + M&M's.  What's that?  You haven't tried it?  You haven't lived.

Naturally, I wore those new bastards to brunch on Sunday at the rents' house.  They were part of my mimosa drinking uniform.  I only allowed myself to drink 2 mimosas, one for me and one for my homie who's spring break was coming to a close.  Those were only allowed because I went to body pump pre-brunch.  That cancelled out the bacon, sausage, bagel + cream cheese and butter cookies I ate, right?  Awesome, thought so.  Sidenote: the Sunday morning body pump instructor at the gym sucks a big one, sounds satanic when she says "seven" and says "melt" too much in my opinion.  She also encourages us to "just skip reps" if we can't keep up.  Alright you sucky ass motivator.  Anyhoo, brunch was a good time.  For once, it wasn't me getting the hammertime award.  This time it went to my dear husband.  Don't worry big guy, I won't post the pictures of you I took while you were curled up on the couch in the fetal position in all your clothes at 5pm.  It was adorable.

Hope y'all had a good weekend too!  Here's the ol' outfit of the day.

Happy Mondayyyyy!