Normally Saturday mornings are spent sipping coffee, reading celebrity gossip, and cuddling the cat. Not this weekend. I had to get up early, look presentable, and drag myself to a work meeting. I complained all morning (and let's be honest, the night before) to Kevin that I didn't want to shower or schmooze.
Immediately after the meeting I did what any hardworking employee does after a long week, I went with a coworker to a wine festival and entered a grape stomping contest. I took off my blazer, hiked up my dress, and suddenly my Saturday afternoon looked like an episode of 'I Love Lucy'. I won... it must be the red hair.