This weekend I had a series of conversations predicated on a single, misinterpreted text message. In my defense, that could have meant a few things.

Lately I've been on a bit of a board game losing streak. It's really upsetting me.

Today the front desk area looked suspiciously like a funeral home.

Yesterday I was looking so fabulous in my sassy boots I couldn't help but congratulate myself in a few store windows.

Today on my way to work I saw a man eating a Slim Jim for breakfast. It was awesome.

Last weekend, we accidently walked into a pirate bar. It was a strange experience.

The other day I seriously contemplated purchasing maternity swimsuit bottoms despite not being preggo.

Today I forgot to take a picture when my grandparents stopped by for dinner. I imagine it would have looked like this had I remembered.

This is Abby's coworker. She looks like a horse and eats really loudly and slips in that she went to Penn in every conversation.

Image Courtesy: Abby Bar Lev
Give it up for her first go at MS Paint, folks.

Last weekend while trying on pants, I stepped in what I think was ranch dressing. It was absolutely disgusting.

After saying I'm not that into crispy onion rings, a new batch of even crispier rings appeared. I was less enthused than some thought I should be