Everything is kinda blah.

The weekend was pretty chilled.

When I got home on Friday night G asked me if I wanted to go camping and I got mega excited!!!

Unfortunately the weather took a turn for the worst on Saturday (yay Scotland) and we didnt end up going. Probably a good thing because I really needed to find something to wear for Kathleen's wedding.

Saturday night we went for dinner and G recited a weird dream to me that he had the night before- it went like this:

I was pregnant, like four months pregnant and he said to me "Why did you wait so long to tell me" and he said that I said back to him for a joke:

"I didnt say because I couldnt decide if I was staying or not"

Is that the most awful thing you ever heared!!!! I think Im the worst girl on earth!

The good thing about staying in on Sunday was that I got to call Marc and that made everything feel better.

I wish we could meet down the road for coffee.