Friday...
Even though I worked for 3 days the week, I needed the weekend like the next dude on the street. As soon as I got home, I took my nail polish off thinking I can do my nails for the baby shower but I was occupied with stuff (I still don't remember what they were) so I didn't get to do it. I saw the Yankees on TV and I had a blast. The boys played well.
Saturday...
I got up to get ready for the baby shower. Then I got a BBM asking me if I had any plans meeting up with people. I had no problem meeting up with anyone but not when I have to go out of my way to meet those people up to pick them up. What the hell was that? Okay so what I am about to say/type is going to make me look like a bitch but right about now I really don't care. I have been in many situations where people have offer me/my services to themselves. I mean let me have my own choice, let me do the offering. Don't plan among each other and make me feel like if I was stupid and oblivious to what was going on. I hate it. I got so annoyed I was to the point I didn't even want to go anymore. Since I made plans to go and I got the gift already, I went. I stayed for a bit and I left. The shower was ok. It wasn't universal at all. It was for all Spanish speaking folks. Non-Spanish speaking folks like me felt like someone has dropped me off in D.R.. It was all good. I went out, I had fun and I headed home. I watched the playoff and the boy did it again.
Sunday...
I was waken up rudely by nature (and no I didn't pee in my bed, it's female issues, LOL). I had to get up wash my sheets and take the shower. In a way, I finished my chores early and I spent time with my parents. We all sat in the living room and talked. I don't remember when was the last time we did that. I loved it. I went to sleep early for a change even then it was at 12 am mark. *smh* And guess what??? I didn't hear a peep from those heffas who wanted a ride from me on Saturday.
I hope everyone had a great weekend.
