Death by Sunday Wedding

I should start by saying, weddings are a lot of fun...but on a Sunday...they make for a horrible Monday. My apologies for no post yesterday, I was feeling sick hung over as hell. I cannot rally like I used to, that's 100% confirmed. It was worth it though, we had a great time! I think a big part of my downfall was due to the fact that the only vegetarian friendly meal was the side salad, and broccoli salad with a side of mashed potatoes....not filling = drinking on what felt like an empty tum. 

Piles of THESE. Except they're soaking wet and yucky.

The weekend was great and very laid back for the most part.  Brent, who I have now dubbed my own personal trainer, worked my tush off at the gym all weekend, AND had me help with the yard work.  Might I refresh your memory, I.HATE.YARD.WORK. It took every ounce of self control I have to refrain from flailing myself onto the floor like a 2 year old in protest. I quietly sulked outside ready for instructions on how I could "willingly" help out.  My job: pick up piles of SLIMEY gross leaves and put them in the yard debris can. Sweet. Lucky for me there were about a bajillion piles of leaves in the yard that Brent had raked up and only two of the piles fit into the bin, YAY! Off the hook after only two. Very sad side note, Brent said this routine will last for another 6 weeks. I almost cried on the spot.