Being an adult stinks

Okay, here's how our weekend went down.

{Friday}

Pick out and dry pictures that Reagan through in the toilet. Break the washer, Zach fixes it.

{Saturday} 

Mom comes up to visit! Reagan is engulfed in kisses/hugs. She buys us dinner, a jock strap and treats Zach and I to a movie [Mall Cop, my opinion- a good rental] Break washer again, Zach fixes it.

{Sunday}

Wake up paralyzed from the chin down and the shoulders up. Whine, and whine, and whine, to anyone who will listen.

Mom treats us to breakfast at Zach's lover, Denny's. Discuss the possibility of my hair being long by Em's wedding. Put Reagan (and Zach) down for a nap. I seriously found him sleeping like this...

Mom leaves to go home. Break washer, Zach cannot fix it. Enjoyed watching "The Cat in the Hat" more than Reagan did. Zach microwaves a heating pad for me, thus igniting it. Evacuate the house as quickly as possible while grabbing blankies and warm clothes. Zach vomits due to smoke inhalation (he was exposed to the majority of it.) Tried to kill some time while the smoke cleared out of the house. Luckily, it was close to Reagan's bedtime so we just drove around and explored/stalked some ginormous houses in the area... while splitting a large, chocolate milk shake (to "coat our throats"). 

{Today}

Threw away microwave ("How am I supposed to eat?" Zach fretted). Researched buying a new washer.

Oh you know, just livin' it up here in the burbs, just livin' it up.