Test drive the new Kia Optima in exchange for a $25 Visa gift card.
Shop for some vintage costume jewelry on 4th Street, aka, "Retro Row" because I'm all about the vintage costume jewelry these days.
Clean off the hasn't-been-used-in-over-a-year Bowflex in the garage so that I could take pictures of it so I could list it on Craigslist.
Take pictures of my curio cabinet so I could list it on Craigslist.
Wash my car and clean the interior and make it all pretty.
Wanna know what I actually DID this past weekend?
None of the above.
Instead, I dozed on the couch, did some housework (did too!), watched TV, took a load of stuff to Goodwill, took Gracie Lou for her walks and um, yeah.
That was just Saturday. Exhausting, no?
Yesterday (Sunday) I took Gracie for a walk, napped on the couch, watched Supercross, waited to hear from Thing 1 who was racing up in Bakersfield and watched the Superbowl.
And witnessed a murder. And by that I mean I, and millions of other people, were witnesses to Christina Aguilera murdering our National Anthem. It was awful and gruesome, along with her facial contortions, and made me wonder why these celebrities/entertainers are completely incapable of singing the National Anthem correctly. Why must they insist on singing their "interpretation" of the "Star Spangled Banner?" Why do they insist on adding not just extra notes but also extra, incorrect lyrics? How, how I ask, do they not know the words and the correct order of the words to their own National Anthem?
One year, the guy who played "Carlton" on "Fresh Prince of Bel Air" sang the National Anthem at a NASCAR race and the only way I knew it was the National Anthem was the words. Which he sang to a tune I had never, ever heard in my life.
In the future, I think Whitney Houston's pre-recorded version for whatever Superbowl should just be played and whatever celebrity tapped to "sing" can just lip-synch along.
And I was happy that the Packers won even though I really don't give a rat's behind about pro football but I didn't want to see the Steelers and their