When the Going Gets Tough...

You pour yourself a big margarita and drink yourself into oblivion.

No? That's not how it works? My bad...
Another week of not posting... my brain is all over the place lately.
Mostly trying to keep track of hubs work schedule... meshing it with my work schedule... and making sure our fur child gets to "doggie daycare" at grandma's house.
Other than that, it's been business as usual around these parts.

My lack of posting? Sheer laziness people. I can't even lie about it.
And... our weekends consist of us being fat bastards and nothing more.

This is how our weekends go down. We get up, eat... go back to bed, watch tv shows about eating, get hungry, go eat, relax in front of the tv... inevitably end up on some sort of food show, G wants a snack... we eat a snack, and then decide the snack has made us hungry for an actual meal... so we go back out and eat some more... followed by coming home to watch more tv and finish it off by eating one last time before melting into the ultimate fat food coma. Once we get up the next morning, the whole vicious cycle repeats itself. This is how marriage is supposed to work, no? ;P

This was one of my favorite food shows of the weekend: Chicken Charlie's. Straight up made me want to buy a plane ticket to Cali just so i could check out his deep fried stand.

In other news... ok who am i kidding, i have no other news. The point of this post was to basically let you's all (i sound so hood) know that i'm still alive and kicking and eating as referenced above.
i have no fun instagram pics, i have no fun tweets, i have no fun things to share with you right now. we're just trucking along hoping for a better tomorrow aka a permanent job for G. and a money tree.

Until then we'll just P.U.S.H. (Pray Until Something Happens) -- i just stumbled across this today and i love it.

Hope your week is off to a great start!