Weekend? What Weekend?

Friday night had three happy hours on the docket. I go months without doing much of anything fun, and then everything gets scheduled on the same night. Anyway, I made it to two and had to miss one, but still had a good time.

Saturday, I was up at 6:30. What the hell? I made use of my dog's annoying internal clock by picking up around the house and getting in a trip to the gym, all before noon. I did 3.5 miles on the treadmill and a lot of lifting, and I had the entire place to myself. It rocked. I don't know if the workout tired me out more or if it was the all-afternoon excursion to IKEA that had me wiped by 4:00. Freaking IKEA ... I have a very intense love/hate relationship with that store. I love the deals, but often I get way too overwhelmed by the selection once I get there, and adding crying kids and gads of people never helps my mood. We had a birthday party Saturday night, which was fun, but I would have been much more enjoyable had I not been so freaking tired.

Sunday, we hung out with the in-laws, ate a lot of bad food that I've been doing such a good job of avoiding as of late (but when the to-be mom-in-law shoves food in your face, you just don't refuse). We got home at 7 and I was passed out on the couch by 9. I'm still tired today ...

Tired is no excuse, however. This bleary body is headed back to the treadmill tonight, but I think I'll follow it with abs instead of weights. I'd like to get all three out of the way tonight, but that requires like 2 hours at the gym, and who has time for that?