A Little Grossed Out By Life

This weekend was Eric's youngest brother's wedding. And it was great. Our hotel was a four-hour drive from all our responsibilities, we saw friends we hadn't seen in months, and there was free food and booze and a dance. Just tonight I learned of the existence of photographs of me doing the Macarena, which, in case you're curious, is still not cool.

But then we got home last night, and reality came barreling back into our lives. Complete with dried cat puke, a centipede on one of my flip-flops, an exceptionally boring day at work, a misread recipe that resulted in really really salty homemade salsa, and PMS. It's almost as if I had such a good weekend, it threw the universe out of balance, and now that balance is being restored.