Fun weekend. Worked on the garden (am trying to kill grass. We have very hardy grass that will. not. die.) and then went to pick up George’s wedding band (used to belong to my dad, happily, they were able to preserve the engraving on it, after it was resized. Let me say now that my dad, all 6′ of him, had smaller fingers than George. Weird.) and then we went to the flea market (got some vintage earrings to decorate my shoes). Stopped for a Sonic Blast (hmm, why am I not losing weight?) on the way, and after the flea market went to the mall to get my necklace inspected. (My other bling that must be inspected twice a year.) Then we went to a grocery store where I bought some rum that I am now inebriated from. Can you believe I can spell inebriated after drinking approximately half a bottle of it? Ha ha. Okay, maybe not a full half of it. But close. Now I must drunk dial Kristina’s boyfriend and tell him to marry her. I think it’s only fair.