I did follow my motto of "when you can't feel good at least you can try to look good" though when I did leave the house on Saturday:
On a not-so-marvelous note I totally locked my keys in my car (at a ghetto gas station by LAX) on my way to work. I have been driving since I was 15 and have NEVER locked my keys in my car before. I have been through 3 cars and none of them have ever been so lucky as to hold my car keys from me without my consent until Friday. Ugh and you know what made me the most mad? Not that it took 2 hours for them to get into it or that I was obscenely late for work. No. It was that my brand new Kombucha was sitting in there cooking the whole time.
I hope you all had a MUCH better weekend than I did! I am off to drool at all of the Oscar fashion and then catch up on Downton Abbey. In other news I am a 60 year old woman trapped in a 23 year olds body.