Shaaaa-nananana-naniessss

I'm so disappointed, you guys.

 

I specifically took the time to photograph everything that I did this weekend with my new

DSLR, so I could be a good blogger for once and have pretty photos and something

 interesting for my weekend wrap-up.

 

I uploaded the photos, then proceeded to delete them from my memory card without

checking first. Well, only half of them uploaded for some reason. I had some recipe photos

 and such to show, but I guess those will have to happen some other time, when I make the

recipe again. For now, here's what did upload, and a few iPhone photos I'm using to take the

place of what I lost.

 

First and foremost there was a lot of this, this weekend:

 

Too much champagne, Straw-ber-itas, and beer. Normally I would say there's no such

thing, but it seems that my body just can't handle it anymore.

 

(I know I said my healthy was starting again on Saturday...but not so much.

Still better than normal, though.)

 

This was what our fridge looked like Friday night. Pathetic. Left over Chinese food and

alcohol is pretty much all we had in there.

Pathetic, or amazing. I'm not really sure.

 

This is what the sky looked like after tropical storm Andrea made it's way past us. We actually got two full days of sun this weekend!

I had the whole house to myself this weekend, which hasn't happened in a while, so I took
some time to pamper myself a little. I poured a good 'ole straw-ber-ita (which I will probably
 never buy again after this first 12-pack), put on the Osca de la Renta robe I got at my bridal
 shower last week (which I had beautiful modeling photos of.. but NOOOOOO), and painted my
 nails and toenails.



It was glorious.


 Pardon the boobage, but this is a quick sample of what that Oscar de la Renta robe looks like.

I tried to get crafty and made this water. It was good! But, too much cucumber...

 

My love and I went to happy hour at Roys Hawaiian Fusion, then shared a monkey bread

for dessert. No pictures of the delicious sushi from happy hour.

 

Pool time. Schweaty mess.

 

 

Our pool isn't fancy. But, it's water to lay by.

 

Why do we always have to lay by water? In fact, it's worse for you because the sun reflects

off of it and onto your skin. Weird. I guess just because it's pretty.

 

And I ended up with this jenky sunburn. I call this, "You missed a spot."