and then I said nothing funny

Shoes: Can't see em so it doesn't matter, Jeans: Gap, Top: Thrifted, Belt: Thrifted, Coat: c/o YesStyle Earrings: c/o WindsorStore, Watch: Gift, Bag: THEIT

So I know that when you read this it'll be Monday, but right now it's 11:42 on Sunday night and I'm kinda wiped. AKA my funny bone is pretty much out of commission right now. Forgive the lack of entertainment. This is kind of more like a journal entry ... but shorter... and less detailed. And actually really nothing like a journal entry.
OK. Post commencing ...
This weekend husband and I got to spend a lot of time together. We cuddled a lot, went thrift shopping and made up for lost kisses after the small "discussion" we had during the week. {Yes. We're normal.} On Saturday, I spent an incredibly fun morning doing a shoot with some new friends {and fancy make-up artist. ooh la la. have you guys ever been airbrushed before? it tickles} and came home to husband waiting at the door for me, dressed to the nines, with yet more kisses, a clean house and laundry in the washer. So much better than chocolates in my opinion.
Saturday night, we dressed in our new thrifted goodies {pointless, but fun nonetheless} and got together with some friends for a little Chinese New Year Party. We played a slightly different version of the game Charades and I tell you, I haven't laughed so hard in my life. I had no idea husband was funny. Like legitimately hilarious. I tell ya ... after almost three years, I love that he can still pull out a wild card every now and then and just completely knock my socks off.
Apparently after that, we hadn't had quite enough weekendness, so we went home and drooled over an Iron Chef marathon while we munched on our Cottage Cheese, crackers and a glass of white grape bubbly. Excellent midnight snack friends. But not when you're watching ridiculous food going down on Iron Chef.