Picnicking

A picnic is one of those activities that sounds so quaint, but The Husband and I have never actually gone on one. Partly because we don’t have a basket and lugging around a cooler is the opposite of romantic. Also because it’s illegal to drink in any public beach or park in our city and you know alcohol is necessary. And we don’t have a blanket so essentially we’ve pretty much killed the novelty of the entire thing.

Still every weekend I debate whether or not to throw some snacks together, fill up our to-go coffee mugs with champagne and lounge outdoors on our beach towels. Maybe this is the weekend we will. Happy Friday!

Today is

One of those days. I want to nap. Preferably over a sheepskin under a teepee on the sand. I promise I’m not pregnant.

Luckily, this is my last work day this week. Tomorrow we’re headed to LA for a friend’s wedding (I know. We go to weddings almost as often as we eat pizza). And after that we’re going to bask in the glow of the long holiday weekend. We might even get around to finishing the bubble chandelier we started. Or we might get distracted by drinking and napping and watching romantic comedies.

So I’m taking tomorrow off from my day job and from the Internet and I’m giddy as hell about it. Have a glorious weekend and don’t be jelly. My life is rarely this carefree.


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