Thursday evening I met a friend for cocktails. We were both off on Friday. Therefore, we thought it would be wise to drink a Hurricane.
Turns out that wasn't such a grand idea :( I got a text from my friend Friday morning that said "Who knew the hurricane would hurt so bad the next day! :-o" And that, my friends, is an understatement. Mind you, I had to be up early to get Louis to his hair appointment (more on that on Wednesday), and then to my Infrared Body Wrap at 10am.
I will say that the Infrared Body Wrap PLUS the Ion Foot Bath were excellent hangover cures, and I highly recommend either should you find yourself in such a predicament.
Friday evening TEN and I had "date night". Just the two of us eating tacos and enchiladas at the Mexican Restaurant on the hill. We sat outside. The weather was lovely.
I declared that I was going to get up early the next morning. I was going to work out with my exercise ball for 25 minutes, or walk with my weights. Or both.
TEN shook his head. He wasn't buying it.
Saturday morning I was up bright and early. I worked out with my exercise ball for 25 minutes, and then put Louis in the bed with TEN and took off on a walk. With my hand weights.
I become incredibly motivated when someone doubts me. I wish people doubted me more often :)
Saturday afternoon TEN and I rambled around downtown Smalltown, VA. I had my market tote, so we picked up some vegetables. Some treats for Louis too.
Then it was off to a birthday celebration! Which, unfortunately, turned into another late night. All I could say Sunday afternoon when I woke up was "who spiked my drink?" I'm still not 100% sure what happened, but I think I'm going to stick to Diet Coke and water for a while. EGADS...yesterday was rough :(
I lost my dad 3 years ago, so Father's Day isn't really a celebration of any kind for me. I want to change that though, so Louis bought TEN some grilling tools this year. And we decided that we would grill steaks and corn and such for supper. But first, we would go to the pool.
Only, I was ill. And I couldn't go to the pool. I just laid around and moaned all day. And TEN watched golf. And we took turns cuddling with the puppy. I did finally make it off of the couch and into the shower at 6:30 in the evening. We decided on pizza, at a favorite little pizzeria in the village.
I was hoping this year Father's Day would be a great success. Oh well. There's always next year....