Oh dude......So much rolling around in my head and I can't process any of it.
It's been two weeks since we did any kind of serious grocery shopping. I think the boys are staging a coup.
I wish they would. I want someone else to come up with something creative. Sure, I'm happy having tacos every single night, but I get tired of their rolling eyes.
I let myself get puppy hungry. Baaaaaad. Shouldn't have let my self go down that path. "danger will robinson - danger!" (picture in my best robot move)
I have some serious robot dancing skills. Although lately, the instructor hasn't been playing my song.
I think I'll take it personal.
My Wednesdays are much different now. I think I like the change. I just miss my girls at the gym. Badly. Co-dependant much?
My mom and her husband plan on serving a mission in Stockholm at the temple. Doesn't that mean I automatically get a trip to Europe?
Actually, I wish I were booking a flight to Cancun. For March. Week 10. REALLY.
The Colonel has a chance of scoring some sweet accommodations on base for 'dawg's graduation. I think the money saved there justifies me and Sissy flying. I do NOT want to do a 12 hour road trip with a 3 1/2 year old.
I should decorate for fall. Should being the operative word. Prolly won't. Can't bring myself to get in the mood.
I love diet brown bubbles. A.LOT. Like the I want to make out with it love.
That's okay right? Nothing wrong with that kind of a relationship.....right?
Waiting for the results of my MRI to be posted.
That could signal the onset of a happy dance and shouting praises out on my front porch......... or the slippery slide into a scene similar to the Hoff drunk on the floor with a big mac in his mouth.
The second scenario would be ugly.