On Saturday, as Cute Boy and I ran errands around town the following conversation took place; forgive me if you heard the 140 character version on Twitter already, it was just too funny not to share here too.
12 inches of snow, melting, becoming slush. Parking lots full of dirty, mucky water.
Trophy Wife: “UH! There is no way I’m going to be able to wear my shoes tonight!”
Cute Boy: “What? Why not? It’s melting, there’s just a little bit of water now”
Trophy Wife: Super annoyed; “Are you kidding? My shoes are suede, you can’t wear them on wet ground, they’ll be ruined”
Cute Boy: Completely annoyed. “Why would you ever buy shoes that can’t get wet?”
Trophy Wife: “Is this real life? Have you met me?”
I mean really, has he met me? Why would I ever buy shoes that can’t get wet? Here’s a better question, why would you ever buy shoes that CAN get wet? Anyway, I did get to wear my shoes Saturday YAY! and I had the BEST time ever at dinner that night YAY! followed by the most fun family gathering on Sunday YAY! Then I walked into work and my coworkers had put together the sweetest mess in my cubicle:
And an explanation:
But then things took a turn for the worse. Monday afternoon that second snow storm rolled in. Another 10 inches on top of the 12 we got 4 days prior? BOO! The restaurant I had a bday dinner with Cute Boy planned at, the one where we spent his 30th birthday closed early due to the storm. BOO! Then I got sick. Like sore throat, sinus congestion, can’t breathe sick. BOO! WHA!?
My friend Megan suggested I take a Mulligan on the Birthday and I totally think I should. So until I can start feeling better and we can redo, I won’t be recapping the birthday. Let’s just say for now, I’m 30, and it’s miserable.