I super failed this week. Like SUPER failed. All I've done this week is bake, drink, cook, eat, drink, and spend time with my love.
He is honestly the WORST influence sometimes. He's all, I'm going to enjoy this last week and be awful before we start P90x on Monday and I say OK I wanna play this terrible game too. I'm an idiot.
So our friends come in today which will consist of a weekend of drinking, eating, and more drinking, little sleep and poor life decisions. Monday is going to come early and punch me right in the cooter about 3875827365 times and I'm pretty sure I deserve it.
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