Another Monday morning.

What's the song, "just another manic Monday, wish were a Sunday, that's my fun day ..." This morning has actually gone rather quickly despite getting off to a rough start. I was dreaming that I was some sort of MacGyver-type at an old folks' home. Don't ask - I have no idea. But it was an action-packed fun dream, and I woke up exhausted and running late. Then I went to put my cereal in my to-go container and Christen had gotten grease all over it last night after I cleaned it and left it for morning. I'm sure he didn't even notice it, but I was very irritated when I had to clean it again to use it. I somehow got to work only 4 minutes late, well within my 7-minute window, but a little frazzled and irritable.

This weekend was great. I didn't have high hopes because I was sick on Thursday and Friday, but I went to bed early on Friday night because Christen went out with the boys anyhow, and got ridiculous amounts of sleep, waking up refreshed and headache-free Saturday morning. My friend Acie is getting married, so I joined her and her mom and another friend to give opinions on wedding dresses (really, everything she tried on looked beautiful) and then went to Moe's for lunch -- mmm, shell-less Close Talker. Makes me happy. I ran around frantically to get a baby shower gift, and then stopped at home for my cheese platter before going to Theresa's shower. She-who-is-ready-to-pop looked rather well, and we all huddled around playing baby-poo games and giving lots of gifts and kid's books to the mommy. I am very impressed by Theresa's size. Although definitely huge and rightly so, she doesn't look that much bigger to me at 9 months than she did at around 5 months. All the weight has just moved to the tummy region. I had planned on leaving by 6, but had such a good time that I stayed until afte 7 with Tree and another girl (whose name I don't know that I ever got). I met Christen back at home where he had been playing the Wii since getting up and had been nursing a hangover for most of the day, and we went to dinner at Hops (the only one left in the area) where I had some tasty shrimp and he got a burger. We never go there, and wouldn't have except that I had a $10 gift certificate which made the decision for us. The food was decent, the service was funny (she was new and didn't know much, and dropped someone else's plates but she had a good humor about the whole thing).

Sunday I woke up with a headache that I had started getting about halfway through Saturday, so I didn't feel like doing much of anything. I made biscuits but I cut them too thin and ended up with tasty hockey pucks which we buttered and ate anyhow for breakfast, and we spend a good portion of the day playing Wii and beat Paper Mario. Which is good; it needed to go back to Blockbuster. Around 4 we couldn't be stuck in the house anymore, so we hit Walmart for trashbags and Sudafed and then went to Winghouse for an early dinner -- so tasty! Yum! I was at the point by then that nothing sounded good, and that was the only thing that didn't sound terrible, so that was what we went with. My Sudafed kicked in during dinner so my headache finally went away and we saw Transformers. It was a good action flick -- I didn't know what to expect because I didn't want it to ruin my love for Transformers, and I didn't want to go to a mindless action movie. But it was pretty good -- I was entertained, and that's important.

But now it's back to the Monday grindstone!