^^^For real. It's the 8th, and 80ish degrees.
People already have Christmas lights up.
Scott's last day came and went.
There was cake.
My birthday came and went.
It was a good day. I had lunch with Bailey, she even let me pick the restaurant. Spent most of the day at my mother's, just hung out with the family.
Thank you to everyone who texted, Snapchatted, and called to sing Happy Birthday.
You guys are the best.
The night before the Provencal Fall Fest, they always have a Memorial ceremony.
I am glad they honored some of my family.
Let me give you a breakdown of our parade....
I don't know if it's the sinus cold and all the medicine I am taking, but my Christmas Tree was put up the week of Thanksgiving. Not December 22nd.
Not only is my Grinch heart FEELING, I actually watched one of those Lifetime Christmas movies. It was, dare I say....un-horrible.
Love at the Christmas Table
I may or may not have it saved on my DVR.
Came and went.
I woke up sick, ate leftover pizza.
Scott cooked potatoes and green bean casserole whilst coercing me into watching Chrisly Knows Best.
He then goes outside to call his family.
I in the meantime shower, get dressed and load up the food.
I see Scott nowhere in site.
I left him.
I get to my mother's, and inside her house, NO JOKE is at least 85 degrees.
I am regretting getting out of bed.
Scott shows up all pissy because I left him.
We then wait for the remainder of the food whilst my fellow siblings fight over the tv.
We end up watching Spongebob.
I take Lily outside, and this was pretty much the rest of the day.
I did finally get her still enough to take a picture
This was on the list of Scientifically Proven 25 Best Jokes Ever:
It’s the World Cup Final, and a man makes his way to his seat right next to the pitch. He sits down, noticing that the seat next to him is empty. He leans over and asks his neighbour if someone will be sitting there. ‘No,’ says the neighbour. ‘The seat is empty.’ ‘This is incredible,’ said the man. ‘Who in their right mind would have a seat like this for the Final and not use it?’ The neighbour says, ‘Well actually the seat belongs to me. I was supposed to come with my wife, but she passed away. This is the first World Cup Final we haven’t been to together since we got married.’ ‘Oh, I’m so sorry to hear that. That’s terrible….But couldn’t you find someone else, a friend, relative or even a neighbour to take her seat?’ The man shakes his head. ‘No,’ he says. ‘They’re all at the funeral.’
I leave you with Casey and the boys. Mainly because all my pictures are jumbled up and I don't know what goes where.
I am organized like that.
I enjoy sports, binge watching TV, food, reading, and slightly bearded men.