I had a really great weekend. Don't know why it makes me so blue when I do. Ha! I'm a poet, didn't even know it. Seriously I went to breakfast on Saturday with friends, went to Game Night on Saturday night (at D's house, so I didn't even have to clean), went to breakfast with a friend on Sunday, and had the most awesome massage Sunday afternoon. Why do I feel so melancholy?
D's mother is an awesome artist, and she has this piece of art that her mom made in the guest restroom that I keep threatening to steal. I love this little guy.
I really do have some good friends.