Easter Sunday was beautiful in North Carolina, and one of the first Sundays I was able to go out and run for a little while outside because it finally wasn’t gross and rainy all day! We’re not big church folks, so instead of going to church, I straightened up, and by straightened up, I mean I pretended to straighten up for about 10 minutes before I got sick of it and started blogging and catching up on the DVR I missed out on. But, the day wasn’t complete without me putting on this ModCloth dress for Easter Dinner…
I actually bought it for the Jingle Ball back in October, for only like $160. And I say only because it was actually normally priced for such a nice dress, but I had it rushed because I’m an idiot and I waited until three days before the even to get the dress, and then I had to have it rushed. I actually had to go to a sketchy part of town to pick in up from a UPS spot because it arrived literally the day before the event. I ordered a size 6 and prayed. Thankfully it ended up fitting, but this time when I slipped it on, it was actually a little loose around the midsection. I don’t think I’ve lost any weight, save for maybe a couple of racing pounds, but the weight lifting is really rearranging things. My tummy and my waist are totally loving it!
So last night, after Easter Dinner, I headed home, and immediately proceeded to lock my keys in my car. I had everything in my arms, my camera, a half-gallon of coffee I’d manage to snitch from the dinner, and cups to go with it, and has I was wobbling toward the stairs to go into my house, I fell down, cracked my phone (two days after getting it, mind you), sprained my thumb, and had to collect all of my coffee cups that were now rolling around on the sidewalk. I could hear Coco freaking out inside.
So I did what any rational female would do at 11:00 pm, and I wedged the screen off of my front window which I’d locked.
I Googled AAA, called them, and then proceeded to fall asleep on my front porch. Yes, fall asleep on my front porch.
Luckily, I woke up in time to meet the AAA guy, who told me something along the lines of “You look spectacular” or something (I know, honey), and got into my apartment, and into my PJs with my sprained thumb with just enough time to stalk a few folks on social media.
Oh, and Austin says he’s not paying for my new phone, that I have to buy it myself.
I nailed Easter Sunday. Nailed it.
How was your Easter Sunday!