It’s Friday. Thank. God. I have a ton of negative things I could say about this week, but I really don’t want to, I know I shouldprobablytalk to someone, but my blog isn’t the place. Plus, I think throwing it all into the universe, on a day that I am working for 12+ hours, is just a bad idea.
So, just understand, I’m sorry I didn’t post much this week. But just like mom says; if you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all. And I pretty much had nothing nice to say all week, so, yeah.
Yesterday was my brothers 30th birthday. Holy cow. 30. We’re getting old, but thankfully, he’ll always be 5 years older than me.
It was also my three year anniversary with Patrick.
Tomorrow, my sister turns 28, isn’t she a doll?
Happy birthday to my beautiful siblings and Congratulations to Patrick for surviving another year with me!
One Week! One Week! One Week!
I don’t feel unprepared in terms of running, but I’m not packed, so if anyone is really awesome at packing and wants to help, by all means come over. For Wineglass I packed an unnecessary amount (and still forgot my sneakers) because I was so afraid of forgetting something, but at least then we had a hotel room and didn’t have to worry about space. This time my life has to be condensed so that I don’t take up an entire 12 passenger van. Plus we have a lot of peanut butter and juice we need room for.
Like, you won’t even believe how much Peanut Butter and juice we have until I’m able to show you a picture. You’ll either be horribly disgusted or extremely jealous.
Who has done a relay and knows how to pack super efficiently?
Also, on relay note? It’s totally acceptable to live off of PB, juice and gummie bears for 24 hours, right? Because that’s my plan. Alex, I know you are going to be down with this idea.
What are you friends doing today?
Have a fantastic Friday, drink some coffee, and don’t be grumpy.
That’s more of a note for me, not you.