This weekend I was turned into an honorary Gator by several UF grads, and indulged in Ferrogosto. I have never been happier in my entire life that I work out. If I didn’t, I would have felt like Jabba the Hut. Forward! Headlines!
For the second time in 6 weeks, I’m packing whatever I think I’ll need for life into one giant suitcase. I’m heading over to England to work on the Olympics (!!!!!!!!!!) and I realized that my packing routine is…sad. It’s terrible really, and lasts over 3 days like some kind of horrific religious festival. So, instead of actually getting that packing done, I’ve decided to outline my routine! With bonus packing tips! (Hahahahahaaaa can you imagine? It takes me 3 days to pack but I’m giving other people advice? Can’t. Stop. Laughing.)
First off: If I may, it was my mother’s birthday this weekend. I love her so much, she is amazing. She tells me I’m hilarious and I swear that the reason I am the way that I am is because once she saw a picture of Penelope Cruz and said, “I don’t get it, you’re prettier than her.” She was wrong, but that is what makes her the best mom ever. MOVING ON! What happened this weekend?
Fun response to my advice from last time, so here’s more. And keep in mind when reading it: I frequently can’t find my shoes and most of my cooking involves bacon and steak. I’m a heart attack waiting to happen. So please take this with a grain of salt.Even I don’t listen to half of these things…
Let’s get at some headlines from the weekend, shall we?