We made it through our crazy weekend relatively unscathed. Summer vacation is so close I can smell it, and my cellulitey (yes, I just made that word up) thighs are terrified, as they should be. Bottom line- I HATE THEM, and have decided they need to be gone. Enter Operation: Buckle Down.
Two birthday parties, a neighborhood party and Father's Day meant that our weekend was filled with food, drinks, lack of sleep, being totally stressed out, more food, more drinks, and zero gym time. We had fun and it was absolutely worth it. I mean, seriously, how could you not have fun when cupcakes, presents, and Dude Club shirts are involved?
|Wearing this girly-looking fuzzy hat was not his favorite party moment. Yet he |
still let me take his picture. It may have had something to do with the fact that I said,
"Put the hat on and act like you enjoy it, or I'll eat your cupcake myself."
|Let's not talk about the fact that the personally requested RED frosting|
actually turned out looking kinda pink. Nor should we talk about the fact that
the venue we picked ended up being the biggest waste of money ever.