We packed our shit up into Harrison (the) Ford, and headed north for the Nagle-Rachdorf wedding. It was quite the doozy. Gergeous weather, perfect couple, stunning ceremony, to die for reception. Amazeball food and open bar.
Which means Mr. G and I hit the sauce and are still recovering.
Regardless of the 2 naps I took yesterday, my 9 pm bedtime, and the horrible food consumed to absorb any leftover vodka from my system (pizza hut, gatorade, and greasy meatloaf with taters), I am still exhausted. And my head still kind of hurts.
I would love for my day today to look like this:
Sleep late
Wake up and go to the beach. Sleep in the sun.
Wake up and read in the sun.
Take a nap.
Go for a run.
Get a massage.*(I am fortunate to have a message scheduled for this afternoon, bless the lord.)
Have a servant make dinner and clean the house.
Watch Mad Men.
Go to bed by 9:45.
Guess it's 9 hours at the office instead.
Zzzzzzz,
Granny
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