“Ramble on…And now’s the time, the time is now…to sing my song…I’m goin’ ’round the world…” A little Led Zeppelin on a Friday afternoon is good for the spirit and the soul and the body.
This time tomorrow I will be in Iowa, enjoying its rolling green hills and big trees and snaking rivers.
Speaking (or writing) of Iowa, wish us luck on the plane trip. If you’re reading this please pray and hope and manifest that Beau will be an angel on our laps. Pretty please with a cherry on top. Thank you.
Have you been to a 7-11 lately? It smells fairly sickening and a little familiar, which is very disturbing.
It’s June. I’ts blowing my mind.
I think I could eat an entire lemon cake from Joe’s Real B-B-Q. It’s a good think I can’t make one as yummy as Joe’s. I think I posted this before. It’s just that good.
Why do I feel the need to pack 85% of my wardrobe when we go on vacation? Like I’m going to wear outfits on vacation that I don’t even wear at home. Outfits I should remove from my closet. And even though I’ve been pondering the merits of all my different handbags this week, I still haven’t decided which one to take.
It hurts more than I thought it would to be walked away from.
I’m a link in the chain. What’s your six word memoir? You can only help those who want to be helped. It’s a hard reality.
This is how you know you are an adult: you are beyond excited to get Downey, Spray’n’Wash, Palmolive, and razors (the fancy Venus ones to boot) on CLEARANCE at Target.
This is how you know your husband will always be a kid at heart: you are walking across the darkened upstairs and he jumps out at you shining his maglite, yelling “boo“, and he is laughing at how clever he is because once again he has you jumping out of your skin. Of course you’ll never learn.
Call me crazy, but it’s just not that hard to follow the rules. The big ones…don’t lie, don’t steal…
Kids make you laugh and cry and smile at the same time. Sometimes I want to laugh and smile at Beau’s cries because he is finally crying for me.
Dancing by myself in the kitchen is one of the best pick-me-ups around.
I think “no” is the hardest word to say. Truly.
“It’s tricky to rock a rhyme…To rock a rhyme that’s right on time…It’s tricky, tr-tr-tricky…” Run DMC has been on repeat in my mind all week. And now Run DMC can be in your mind.
Do you remember pencil vending machines in school? They were awesome.
Get prepared for my new look…it’s coming.
Enjoy your week and I’ll enjoy mine (and I might even do a little posting…)
One more thing…You can buy a Coach surfboard now. Does anyone else think that’s excessive? And stupid?