Friday night book club was great this weekend.  I made semi-appropriate comments about literature, saw a gang of guys walk by with what I hope were beebee guns, ate yummy snacks, and lost my voice to RockBand.

Saturday night, I went to Northpark (with the comfortable seats) to see 17 Again with one of my friends.  Matthew Perry was totally out acted by Zac Efron.  It was also awkward watching Matthew Perry be the older version of Zac, unless Zac takes up a meth habit I don't see him aging that badly.

The other  ohh say 62-ish hours of the weekend were filled with frustration, illness, and a general feeling of malaise.  I spent TARP-ish amounts of money at Firestone a few weekends ago to have a leak in my A/C fixed, only to discover that now it stops working in general when I stop my car in traffic.  I took it back but they couldn't figure out what was wrong with it because it wasn't hot enough outside.  Apparently the air temperature affects a mechanics ability to deduce and problem solve.  Silly me.  Wrenches just don't work unless it's a tropical heat wave.  I let them know just exactly how busy and important I am, and that I don't have endless saturdays to give them my car and bum around at mom and dad's.

So I woke up at the bootylicious crack of dawn to take my car in on a saturday morning, then go back to the 'rents house.  Mom and I took Booger Bean  aka. Roxy to the dog park where I got all muddy, and mom got accused of owning a small pit bull.  Roxy found a friend though, and we moved to the other side of the park to watch them play.  Yeah for normal people! you are so few and far between.  Then Roxy and I went home to take a nap.  I slept for way longer than planned and woke up around 2pm.  Sleeping in the middle of the day does not agree with me.  I drove to Potbelly's barely aware of what I was doing to try and get some food to feel better.  By the time I felt generally coherent again I called Firestone to find out they hadn't even looked at my car yet.  Either way I later picked up my car and went to the movies.

Sunday morning I wake up early with a sickish feeling and a couple of hours until church.  Nothing I tried made me feel better, then i discovered why I might have felt so bad the last day or so.  I opened the milk carton I just bought earlier in the week, expiration May 27th, and got a whiff of rancid lactose.  I had just drank this stuff the day or two before, and suddenly it turned all crazy smelling.  Not a normal gradual  milk gone bad smell either.  Something else had probably gotten into this stuff.  Especially for it to go bad so fast.  Eeeeewww..   

Well, just when your weekend is on a downturn, life gives you a small nugget of happiness.  

I Tivo'd The Soup with Joel McHale (future husband) and watched it Sunday morning.  Probably my most favorite episode yet for two reasons.  Bruno Tonioli from Dancing with the Stars was not only on the show, but rips off Joel's shirt.  Joel proceeds to do the rest of the show semi open shirted with his tie looking like a leash or something.  Then towards the end, it's the tri-fecta of soupiness.  Joel McHale open shirted, talking about Twilight, with a Harry Potter Nerd.  It made the sun come out I swear.  I hope they post it on you tube.  

For now, just a picture.....