Monday, Monday

(dun un, dun un... come on, you know you want to sing it)

Well. This weekend. Let's just breeze past the Texas game, shall we? Sigh.

Anyways.

BFF L and I had super fun afternoon on Friday which involved lunch and queso (obviously), Party City adventures (don't even ask, because I have no answers):

Target trip, Pier 1 adventures and then sitting in my car and people watching.

Because seeing the Hotel ZaZa Yukon pull up to Party City had us very intrigued. And then the guy in the UT polo who seemed to be friends with the Hotel ZaZa guy. We imagine this was for some sort of game watching party, but, couldn't be sure as we were unable to make it to ZaZa as she was photographing a wedding and I was working/sleeping/sick whilst attempting to watch the game from my house.

And then I pulled myself together and had a lovely girls night at mi casa wherein we (and by "we" I mean "me") ate way too much pizza and laughed ourselves silly. I love this. My soul needed it.

Then, when my alarm went off at 4:15 on Sunday morning, I hopped out of bed feeling woozy and having trouble walking. My ankle has been giving me fits lately and it was swollen like whoa. So, I made the judgement call to go back to bed and ditch out on my 20 miler. Which was probably not my best move as MCM is in like three weeks, but, I don't want to risk getting hurt.

Honestly? I slept until 10:15AM. That's the latest I've slept in YEARS. And I don't even feel a little bit guilty. I've been working every weekend since August and running my long runs on Sunday before church--so, obviously, my body needed to rest. I can do this. I can run MCM. It's OK to take a break.

But, the best part of my weekend?

This new beauty:

Y'all, I got a new car! I got a new car!

The hubs drove her down from Montana and she arrived yesterday afternoon. I'm a bit annoyed that he got to drive my car before I did, but, eeekkk, she is so gangster. I feel like Phoebe when she gets the mink coat--I must go places, I need to be seen.

It's a bittersweet farewell to my Sasha, but, it'll be so nice to have space again. Between shclepping kids, dogs and bikes around, an SUV has been much needed these last few years.

Here's the kicker: She doesn't have a name! Yes, I name my cars. The husband is calling her Esmeralda. Just, no. I mean, I could be swayed, but, for now, no. I was thinking Vivian, but, now that I've had her for a day, I don't think she's a Vivian. Then I thought Karen--like Karen on Will & Grace. What do you think? Any good ideas for a name?

And everything was all so wonderful and rainbows--until I remembered I need a new TollTag for her. And that's what I'll be doing at lunch today. Kill.me.now. Ugh.

Hope y'all had a spectacular weekend!