Somebody’s Got a Case of the Mondays.

Or maybe I just don’t want the weekend to end. Weekdays make my head hurt.

Friday night I had dinner at SoHo House with one brilliant old friend and met some brilliant new friends. I got all dressed up and felt very fancy. I ate a cheeseburger in my silk dress while discussing ancient amazonian therapies and billionaire psyches. Friends do a body (and a mind) good.

On Saturday, Scott and I took Dee to Knott’s Berry Farm (home of Snoopy – whom Dee could not have cared less about) more on that to come when I’m less exhausted, but I couldn’t resist sharing a couple of photos of my lady.

Tiny mind: blown.

About to get on her first ride.

Look! It’s Snoopy’s Whore House!
(If you follow me on Twitter/Instagram sorry for recycling my own joke.)

Also, pretty obsessed with my new crocs c/o Maegan. Yes! Those are really Crocs! (Pregnant women of the world, take note.)

Still managed to make it out for lunch yesterday with Dee in tow. I don’t remember the last time I let a weekend fill up this much, and it was good. How was yours?

Feed Me Seymour