I had so much fun this weekend. I cooked a legit Italian meal (braciole.. tasty), went to a Lebanese festival (random, yet fun), laid out by the pool (mostly ran away from bees and tanned unevenly), went to the movies (Date Night rocks), “played” tennis (turns out learning a sport is difficult and physically taxing). And then suddenly, it’s Monday. I’m tired, sore, and already counting down the hours to freedom (four). While cruising around on Facebook working diligently I somehow stumbled across this:

My feelings exactly.

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