I created heart tarts this weekend. Which is one of the many reasons I feel dumb. See, yesterday my boss asked me how my weekend was. I said, "Good." But then I did that thing I do where I make things up to avoid awkward pauses in conversation.
"We basically did NOTHING."
"We have been really busy lately," uh, "with school," uh, "and work," duh, "and so we finally cleaned our house," uh, "and washed our clothes," duh. And then the awkward silence comes anyway. And then no one knows what a good weekend it was.