Fantasticosity

Blurb my brain:
Do you ever have such a fantastic weekend that you just want to scream how awesome the weekend was even though you know no one truly cares?

Well, sucks to be you, because I have a blog.

This weekend was fantastic. Friday was stupid. And therefore it didn't count. But Saturday was the start of fantasticosity. I woke up, remembered it was Saturday and therefore I could wear jeans, realized I could make it to work by sleeping another half hour, stopped by McDonald's for a delicious sausage egg and cheese biscuit, parked in the garage, clocked into work only 3 minutes late (the precise amount of time I spent in the drive through in McDonald's), worked a relatively easy Saturday shift, and then met a friend at the mall. We then spent 3 hours trying to buy stuff for a secret surprise for Fiancé, which included gummy bears. Nom. Then I went home, went to sleep, and in the morning went to church. After church I played around with my wedding shoes, realized that someone had bought me my cookware that I wanted, and then picked up said friend to go look at bridesmaid dresses, since my original dresses fell through. Had a good laugh about that, as they gave ME wonky boobs, and all my girls have bigger boobs than me. Ate at Krispy Kreme before trying on dresses, in which I got a complete stranger to call my friend a bitch, which was funny in itself. Found the perfect bridesmaid dress, and the guy helping us out informed me MY DRESS WAS IN!!!!!! So I shimmied into that bad boy, slightly disappointed that I didn't bring anything but my bra and veil, and my bridesmaid bouquet. But, tried it on, got it fitted, was told I had lost too much weight for the dress and I am not allowed to lose anymore. Then I paid for my dress alterations, my bridesmaids dresses, and then we went to the mall. Nothing exciting really there except that I bought my girls their necklaces and earrings.

Then, I drop friend off at her place, go grab some mikes hard cranberry lemonade. Come home. Eat my favorite soup, and then watch Channing Tatum on Saturday Night Live.

What a fantastic weekend filled with fantasticosity.

You know what this means Average Army? Monday is gonna suck worse than usual. Debbie downer alert, I know. But I can already think of two reasons not to be excited for work. Both of them are rude customers. I wish I could stay home, but I have the following up to do.

Please hope/pray/wish me luck. I might need it.