After a stressful day at work yesterday, I spent a few hours by the pool with the latest IKEA catelog and a margarita popsicle. It was bliss.
Then I ran over to a friend's house to eat a celebratory cupcake for a friend's wedding this weekend. It was a lovely cupcake- chocolate with funfetti icing- and I enjoyed every bite of it. That is, until I sat down on the couch and it went crashing to the ground from my weight. Perhaps "crashing" is a bit too strong of a word but I wanted to convey my embarrassment.
If that's not a sign I don't know what is.
The only way to cheer me up after that was to try to find an appropriate place in the apartment for the Justin Bieber poster I was gifted at our couples shower on Sunday.