I was dragged to a Rib Fest at the waterfront by my mother, and when we arrived she finally remembered that I'm not a big fan of barbaque. So.. I had leftovers for dinner!!
Saturday, I worked in the morning and then lounged away as mom went out with a "friend" to some company picnic. My brother ordered pizza - even though he ate 2/3 of it. Do boys have endless stomachs, my god.
Sunday - I had a day off, got to sleep in a little. I actually cant remember what I did yesterday.
Well I'm off to the dentist and then to work (I got called in today.. grrr - ITS MY DAY OFF DAMMIT!! lmfao). Luckily, I'll be off on vacation for the next three days (i think) to Ohio to see the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, a meusum (sp?! - im too lazy to check) and then Cedar Point! BOO-YAA!! :P

V Do you hate it when you are called into work?