CHEST PAINS

Heyyyyy-oooooo.
Sorry I've been MIA - I do have a life outside of blogging.
Nahhhh, that's a bold face lie.

REWIIIIIIIIIND to T-Givin'
I got a text from a friend telling me how thankful she was for me. My reaction:

I cried.
I love knowing how much people love me.
Muahaha.

I didn't get Ro until around 5pm on Thanksgiving Day, which it totes fine since we don't eat until 6 or 7 anyway.
So what did I do from the hours of 9am-5pm?

I draaaaank.
Ok. Scratch that. I drank from 9am-3pm. Then I napped from 3pm-5pm.
I'm really good at handling the holidayz.

OH. Just in case you were wondering, my dad brought his Oregon Football helmet to Thanksgiving.
For luck.
Ay yi yi, pops.

I failed to take anymore pics on Thursday because A. I was drunk B. I was sleeping and C. I was eating.
Sorrrrrry.
I did take this pic of Rosalie. Her face was broken out in some sort of allergic reaction...

Aquaphor to the rescue!
Seriously though - this gal has the most sensitive skin in the world.
I feel so bad for my babe, I hope she grows out of it.

Friday, Ro & I went back to my aunt & uncle's to hang out for the day.
It was CHILLAXED. You're welcome for bringing that back.

Coffee & Oregon socks. Doesn't get much better than that.
My dad & I headed out to Autzen Stadium around 2pm.
You guys. I LITERALLY had chest pain during that fourth quarter.
What a great freaking game!

I realize I was wearing that ear/hat/snuggie for your head backwards.
No worries, I figured it out around half time.
WINNING.

My friend Rebecca tried to desperately find me at the game...

Hahaha. Alas, we did not get to hug in the bathroom.

When my dad & I got home, we inhaled some food and whiskey & re-watched the Civil War.
Because we're cool like that.
Such a fun, fun day.

On Saturday, Rosalie & I went to Shawn's granddad's Celebration of Life.
It was a beautiful service - and a verrrry emotional day.

Sunday morning I woke up & tried to bribe Sarah to grocery shop with me...

It didn't work.
And I didn't grocery shop.
LAZY.

So now here we are. It is Tuesday (the worst day of the week) and I have been listening to Christmas music for approximately 72 hours.

Yes, that IS Wham!
Holla.

Welllllp, that about sums up my life.
Here is a little positive thinking for all you bah humbugs out thurr:

Until next time peeps.
Hiskey out.