Last Thursday, Dave and I went to see Rose Hill Drive at the Fox, and instead of just picking up donuts for Fancy Breakfast Friday, I got up early and made biscuits. It was quite the feat. I told someone at baseball last weekend that the concert was, “Really good, but kind of loud. And I think I had a lack of sleep hangover from staying up past midnight. It certainly couldn’t have been from two Bud Lights, right? But the show didn’t start until after my phone told me it was time to start getting ready for bed.” The person I was talking to said, “Literally every word you just said makes you sound really old.” But hey, Thursday night rock concert, following by Friday Biscuit Day, who’s #cool now?
After breakfast I retired to bed to nurse my lack of sleep hangover and read my book.
I had a little trouble getting into this one, and on page 99 I thought to myself. FINALLY. From then on, I was hooked. It was so great and scarily timely. There were so many characters that I thought there was no way that all the story lines would wrap up, but they did. This was a fun read, and I obviously own the book, so hit me up if you want to borrow it.
Lucy even got to get in on the photo shoot since her Wonder Woman collar matched my color scheme. She didn’t cooperate exactly, but what can you do.