I had a good weekend. It was very good weekend-y. Sleeping in, coffee, dinner and a movie with Eric, TV on the sofa, swimming, grocery shopping, a party, and blah blah, blah, we get it.
You're a good weekend, ok? You don't have to hit us over the head with it. Do you have to be so typical and obvious? I mean, really, it's not that you weren't welcome, but you have to admit the dinner-and-a-movie date thing was a bit over the top.