Whenever I drive to Dave's house my GPS takes me this horrible way that takes forever and makes me want to stab something. I still have to use the GPS because there's so many turns on random streets I don't think I'll ever remember it on my own. Dave asked me how my GPS takes me and confirmed that my GPS is taking me the "scenic route". He told me a much better way to go. My drive to Dave's should now be mostly stab free.
Fact. I got to rip open a button down shirt last night. I've always wanted to do that.
Dave had never heard of the Chicken Dance. I of course demonstrated for him in the mall. I then found a card in the Hallmark Store that played the Chicken Dance and got to do the demonstration again with music. Dating me is fun.
I have a wedding to go to tomorrow where I will be wearing a very Helena Bonham Carter dress (there is velvet!) and then I'm going to continue long weekend shenanigans, after I visit my mom of course.
Speaking of weddings, the lovely, funny, pajama jeans and snuggie wearing Sara is getting married today! Congrats Sara and Andy! I wish I could have been there. I also wish my mailman didn't send back my invitation. He knows what apartment I'm in.