1. Buying underwear is fun
I always love when I can go to Victoria's Secret and get way more than I intended for less than I expected to pay. Between the 3 for $25 underwear (individually priced at $14-$16), the buy $75 and get $15 off special (I threw in a $10 massage oil at the last minute to make my total exactly $75...anyone want to help me use it up???) and the $10 off coupons they keep sending to my dad...I ended up with a bra, three pairs of underwear, and a massage oil for just a little over what a bra costs. Sorry boys...no pics this time, but maybe if you're nice and ask I'll send you some...or show you in person...as long as I get use out of that message oil. ;-)



2. Joe and Alina's shower is fun

Last night was Joe and Alina's Stock the Bar wedding shower. It was a co-ed wedding shower where we were supposed to bring alcohol instead of things like toasters. Joe and Alina got lots of wine and spirits. I got them a bottle of Muscat, a box of Godiva liqueur truffles, and some cute sparkly wine charms. Joe was thoroughly confused by the wine charms...he assumed they were earrings (if you do not know, wine charms and little things you clip onto the stem of wine glasses, everyone gets a different one so you can then tell apart whose glass is whose.)
We partook in some yummy Portillos catering and yummier chocolate cake. We had a lovely conversation about "cake." I learned that I am probably the only girly-girl traditionalist of th bunch because I thoroughly intend to change my name when I get married and I have been reading wedding magazines since I was ten.
The shower was superfun and I hope Alina and Joe got really drunk afterward :-)
PICTURES HERE!



3. Taking self portraits is fun.




3. Almost crashing your car is not fun
So, I have never before lost complete control of my car. Last night I lost control twice within a two-block radius of my house and it was one of the scariest moments of my life. Luckily at the time I was going slowly and then going even slower to try to turn, but then all of a sudden my car just got a mind of its own and slid all the way to the other side of the block until it crashed into the curb. The first time it started twisting a bit and I was very scared because I came very close to ramming a stop sign. The second time it luckily slid the opposite way of the parked cars and instead just jammed up against the curb and wouldn't really move. The road was just completely ice and I had no control over anything. I had to call my dad to walk to my car at 2 in the morning and drive it the rest of the way because my leg was shaking and I was crying too much to do anything. Luckily me and black pickle are OK.

p.s. Usually if people are insistent that they need to talk to you at 2:30 in the morning it's for a reason such as they just almost crashed their car and were feeling pretty frazzled and needed to talk to someone.

p.p.s. Why is it that the people who you normally expect to treat you like shit are the only ones to understand that and are there for you?