Since I never post because I always feel compelled to write a novel, I’m going to try a different approach and just write the blurbs that are in my head … because, let’s face it, my head is full of tiny pieces of information and not much else.
Yesterday I sang Jesse the entire Murphy’s Oil Soap jingle from the 80′s. Yes, I know all the words. It’s a blessing and a curse, this pop culture memory of mine.
I feel sad that Whitney Houston died but also sort of matter-of-fact about it, which is even sadder. Didn’t we all think it would come to this, eventually?
Millie lost one of her top front teeth yesterday (she had already lost the other one), so now she has a big hole in her mouth. Someone on Facebook suggested we make her eat corn on the cob, and I have to say, that suggestion is brilliant because I am evil that way and watching her try to eat the corn would make me laugh.
My sister is getting married and I’m in charge of her bridal shower and bachelorette. I feel overwhelmed but it’s my fault because I’m trying to be all Martha Stewart about it. I’ve always wanted to throw a fancy party so that’s my goal, and I’m in over my head.
Jesse and I used to complain about how we never had plans on the weekend, that our lives were boring. The past year and a half has been nothing but crazy busy, and now I wish for slow weekends. The grass is always greener, isn’t it?
We just got back from a cruise and we had a great time. We drank too much and acted inappropriately and had a blast. Too bad you can’t cut loose like that in your own town – you have to get away so people can’t identify you the next day.
I am drinking tea because I have a sore throat, courtesy of Millie’s almost-gone cold. I hate tea, I hate sore throats and I hate that she’s getting better and I’m getting worse. Can’t we be sick together? Misery loves company.
Simon is almost three now and is a little terror. He is talking non-stop, thinks he’s hilarious and doesn’t follow directions for shit. He is an adventurer and thinks it’s perfectly fine to walk on chairs and bounce on couches. I wish he’d save the daredevil for gymnastics class, where the floors are padded.
I bought the cutest shoes a month or so ago and they hurt my delicate little feet, so I don’t wear them. But I love them so much – why can’t I be like every other woman and suffer for fashion? I honestly don’t see the point usually, but with these shoes, I am annoyed that I won’t just suck it up and deal with the pain.
I have a Krewe Board Meeting tonight, a Krewe Jello Shot Committee Meeting (yes, that is a real thing) on Wednesday and a Krewe Parade on Saturday. Too much in one week!
Did I mention I hate tea? I’m drinking it right now and I wish I wasn’t. It’s so wrong to hate a beverage, but I really do hate tea.
