In the wintertime mornings, I look frightening without make-up on.
This morning, Steve made breakfast for me. We were going to go out to breakfast but then decided not to, but since I thought we were going out for breakfast I had already planned the meal I would order (bacon, egg, & cheese sandwich with hashbrowns and a large apple juice). Since we didn’t have potatoes or apple juice but I already had them on my mind, forgoing them was impossible. I went, in my pajamas and with Gracie in the passenger seat, through the McDonalds’ drive-thru for apple juice boxes and two hashbrowns (both for me). Then came home and enjoyed our breakfast together. Embarassing?
For the past year, I have gone to Target about once a month or every other month. It is a really special treat because, not only am I at Target, but I go to their hot food section, order a personal pan pizza and a small icee and I walk through the store while eating them. I call my sister Kate every time and say, “Guess what I’m doing?” because she really gets a kick out of the whole thing.
I let our fridge get unbearably bare (yes, unbearably bare) before going to the grocery store again. It’s like a game to see how long we can go without milk until I replenish our supply. We can go a few days. No one’s particularly happy about it, but I think it builds character.
I want another dog. Gracie needs a buddy but husband needs to be convinced.
I just asked Steve for a few others and he said, “How about that you haven’t ironed a shirt of mine since last spring?” And I reminded him that I did iron some a few weeks ago. So, this confession really is that my husband a) doesn’t notice the good things I do and b) needs to iron his own shirts. Boo-yah.
Disclaimer: It sounds like I’m a junkaholic from this post. I’m not. I just like to indulge… sometimes.
You all already know how I feel about winter. Over it. Did ya hear that winter, I’m OVER YOU. And the summer countdown seems a little too far off to really get excited, so, while spring doesn’t promise temperatures in the 80s (what I like best) let’s do a countdown to that instead: 58ish days I believe! Now that, I can live with.
So, let’s take a momentary vacation nevertheless. To Europe (not that their temperatures, for the most part, are any better. A girl can dream).
(And this is pretty much a repeat of my last post. Sorry guys. Dumb.)
So, I alluded to her birthday yesterday. But today’s THE day so I really feel the need to address it again because she’s that kind of woman. I’ve already shown you her splits, so now here’s her little dance routine in our kitchen while we were getting dinner ready. I put Pointer Sisters’ Jump (For My Love) on and that did it. It works every time. Lindsey might look a little frightened at first, cowering into the corner, but she got into it.
(and I haven’t forgotten the second post on your questions — it’s coming later this week!)
