I got super acquainted with my couch, took the dog to the park, and watched tv.
Lock your doors because this girl is one wild party animal.
I always get sad on Sunday nights when I realize that I did absolutely nothing all weekend. John doesn't get it. He's all like "well I go to work everyday, so I'm okay with not doing anything on the weekend." And I'm all like "well basically, we're sitting in my office right now (I work from home) and I don't want to spend my weekend sitting in my office."
Well I wouldn't know if Houston's the 'coolest city' because in my 8 months of living here I've done approximately nothing 'cool'.
I'm not blaming anyone but myself either. I know I have legs, I have a car, I'm capable of going and doing anything I want to, but it would be nice if someone would plan a little Saturday morning outing.