Thursday — Ted and I walked down to our village’s River Fest.  We didn’t do much while were there.  Basically, we rode the ferris wheel, took entirely too many pictures on and off of the ferris wheel, ate a funnel cake, and walked home.  Still, it was a lovely summer night…

It was a little rickety!

Handsome hubby.

Friday: Oh, Friday.  In case you didn’t get the message, Friday sucked in a major way.  Let’s do a brief, bullet-y recap…

• Got my period along with cramps of death.
• Called to schedule some tests, including an HSG, as per Baby-Making Clinic’s instructions.
• Baby-Making Clinic is having trouble finding me an appointment for next week, and plans to call me back.
• Call Baby-Making Clinic back after 3 hours and I’m given 3 appointment options — go on my first day back at school, drive to Indiana, or wait until next month.
• Have minor meltdown on the phone due to these crap non-options.  Baby-Making Clinic will call me back.
• Much nicer nurse calls back and schedules me a reasonable appointment, though it means giving up my tour of the Kraft Kitchens.
• Am too upset to actually write a post, so instead post blubbery photo.
• Get lots of love back from the internets.  I heart the internets.

So, yeah, Friday was lame.  I posted that picture without really thinking about it, and I’m glad I did.  I’ve decided to turn it into a little blog project.  After all, when life gives you lemons…blog about it!  So, for the rest of this cycle, I’m planning on taking a photo of myself each day.  I’ll only post them weekly so I don’t overrun my blog with photos of just me.  I think it will be interesting to see what a full cycle of emotions looks like in photos.

Saturday: It was my 10-year high school reunion!  I went armed with lots of quippy comebacks to the baby question, but thankfully didn’t really have to deal with it.  We had a luncheon at the school, toured the school, and dug up our time capsule.  My wonderful friend, Meghan and I then went to our favorite high school spot to drink Vanilla Mr. Pibbs with a handful of cherries — our drink of choice.  Later, we headed out for drinks with the rest of the girls…

Class of 1999, minus about 60 people, plus one history teacher.

It was so weird to be back in that building!

Digging up the time capsule.

We actually found it!  Geniuses that we were at the time, we didn’t mark the spot or leave a map.  We also thought it would be fine to bury a wooden box wrapped in a plastic bag.  All those Catholic school tuition dollars hard at work.

There is nothing so delicious as a vanilla Mr. Pibb with a handful of cherries.

Meghan concurs.

Meghan and I post senior prom, having taken down our prom hair.

Recreating our post prom photo, but with infinitely better hair.

Sunday: Lazy, rainy day.  Puttering around the house, doing dishes, laundry, grocery shopping.

What were you up to this weekend?