Can I be your Ariel?

So homecoming was this weekend. I didn't go out until the actual day of homecoming. Because it's basically a holiday. And this year we had a lumberjack theme. At first I was very pleased because, well, I love a good lumberjack. I love flannel. I love suspenders. And I love facial hair. It's beautiful, what can I say? Then, as the week started, I realized that because of this special week and flannel appreciation, everyone, and I mean EVERYONE started wearing flannels ALL DAY EVERYDAY! So these stupid sorority girls started wearing their damn plaids and leggings and stupid uggs because they look soooo cool and festive. While I, end up looking like I'm just trying to fit in with the rest of them however, I wear flannels everyday anyways! I started to not appreciate it. But now I can go back to my normal situation of flannels errday. Done.

So it was homecoming and I decided that for my first and last homecoming, I was going to celebrate big. We had a little shindig at The Nest (the name I gave our house even though some of the guys think it's too feminine however, I think it's bombass!). We had breakfast consisting of eggs, bacon, and cinnamon rolls. I also made my father's famous Sangria recipe that he got in Spain in the early 70s when he traded the bartender the recipe for the Fahrenheit to Celsius conversion equation. Let me just say, the Spanish apparently know how to party because we went through a lot and by 1pm, I was feeling really good about myself. I took a nap later on after sporting my flannel, denim overalls, Savers boots, and Fleet Farm huntin' hat. I looked totally rad if I may say so myself. Oh and I could never forget the Fanny Pack. Best. Invention. Ever! I also had a Homecoming Round 2 that occurred later in the evening in which I left out the Sangria and went for just beer and the bars. I once again saw the love of my life, Prince Eric looking good in a sailors cap and Hawaiian shirt. Beautiful being. I would be his Ariel but that means I can't talk, and we all know that's not possible.  And now here I am. Menomonie Family Restaurant in the stomach and a nice rest out of the way. Taking a break on life/homework and watching HGTV like there's no tomorrow. BOOM. Complete.