………who am I kidding? I ALWAYS have something to say. This weekend went by so fast, I had to come down to Wichita on Friday and just got back last night about 7pm. As always, trips down to Wichita are busy, stressful and full of me trying to please everyone. Which means that I do not enjoy my trips down to Wichita in the least.
This weekend I spent half of of my time with my family and the other half with my other family, aka Foulstons. Other than Mia the dog eating half of my popcorn with out me knowing it while Steve, Nola and I all laid in their massive bed and watched movies that were horrible depressing. Steve and I ended it with Horrible Bosses and if you have seen it or previews you know that we were so desperate to be uplifted after watching a movie about the inquisition that we turned that one.
*confession* I actually really do like horrible bosses. I just said all that before so that people would think I had better taste in movies. I however really have some guilty pleasures with movies that are crude, have guy humor and overall are just semi-stupid.
Weather.com lied to me about what the weather was going to be like in Wichita. I brought all my cute shorts and preppy shirts to wear, thankfully I wore jeans down there because it was freaking freezing cold all weekend and I was not about to shave my legs every day after going out in the cold.
Rant: I realize there are a lot of questions I should ask God when I see him and probably this is the most ridiculous question ever, but I really want to ask him why women have hair on their legs! Yes, it is a horrible question, but I need an answer. Why do I have to spend time and money shaving my legs?! Why?! It serves no purpose and you can give me all of the evolutionary facts about why I have leg hair and I still will not be happy. Don’t tell me to go to France, that answer still won’t help me when I look down at my leg hair in France eating a croissant. I will be looking at how disgusting it is and wishing I shaved my legs that morning.
I have been looking for a watch for a couple of weeks. I really don’t care for them but since the classroom I take Italian in doesn’t have a clock and I have no idea what time it is during our 50 minute tests I decided I needed one. Mind you, Nola asked me like a year ago if I wanted a watch. I completely forgot about that till this weekend. She had this watch simply laying around and she didn’t want it anymore since she decided she didn’t like it. So with some link adjustments it is now my watch!