The weeks leading up to a vacation are always the toughest. As of today, I have two weeks left of work before we head to San Diego. Last week was especially hard - 6 days of work, which meant I was at work on Saturday. No matter what, I'm always a cranky mess by the end of the day. I came home and napped and then was just a heinous bitch to everyone.
Whoops! I ended up heading over to the boyfriend's house for pre-Cinco de Mayo tacos and a lot of wine. A lot.
Sunday, we got brunch at NCounter - which was delicious, as usual. Then I made him run errands with me and buy a bunch of clothes.
After that, my brother and I ran down at Chaparral Park. He totally kicked my ass, but I felt good about it since I didn't work out at all on Saturday.
We are disgusting / Charles!
His and Her's / A perfect omelette with cottage cheese.