A good weekend
This weekend, I did not make it through all the things on my to-do list. I never made it to the gym. I did do my laundry, but I didn't fold it. I didn't get enough sleep. I didn't eat healthily, I drank more beer and less water than I should have.
But I laughed.
A lot.
I barbecued, watched women's soccer, raised money by selling jello shots, and hunted for eggs. I danced and told stories and spooned and helped make a fire and learned new things about old friends and new friends. I giggled and I laughed and I had my shit cracked up and I heard about past adventures and listened to the foretelling of future fun.
It wasn't a responsible or a productive weekend.
But damn, it was good.
But I laughed.
A lot.
I barbecued, watched women's soccer, raised money by selling jello shots, and hunted for eggs. I danced and told stories and spooned and helped make a fire and learned new things about old friends and new friends. I giggled and I laughed and I had my shit cracked up and I heard about past adventures and listened to the foretelling of future fun.
It wasn't a responsible or a productive weekend.
But damn, it was good.