Kitty tush and the MTV movie awards. If it were not for the margarita, I might be 13.
What happens when your son and husband go out on their own.
Yes, that’s my son crouching to play with some disgusting rope in the Mississippi River while my husband takes a picture.
No, he did not wash J’s hands after this happened.
My nail beds suck
I have man shoulders
I hate my hairline
I have really bad breath in the morning
I watch mean girls..a lot
Even during labor
But seriously, I really appreciate reading all the confession posts. Honesty is always appreciated.
This is my second week of waking up early and working out. Achieved this on all 5 work days last week and so far, on track this week*. Nervous to post this in case I fail.
*I did not work out on Monday, since I was off work. I did however succeed at burning my arms/knees that day. It hurt to wear clothes yesterday. The story I am telling most people is that it was from landscaping our backyard. The truth? My husband was landscaping, and I was sunning myself reading the second book in the 50 shades of grey series and lost track of time.
Well, not true, full-blown Sushi, but you know sushi rolls. I ordered some takeout rolls on Friday from a generic chain-y place, but they were still very good…to me. I am pretty much a novice in the sushi arena and have no palate for good versus bad. I am also hella intimidated by ordering sushi, which is why I punked out and went to a chain-y place. Word on the street there are two great places near my office…now I just have to work up the nerve to try them.
This week, man. All-day conference yesterday. Today, several looming deadlines on an incredibly overwhelming project that we are basically required to half-ass because of said deadlines. The reason too complicated, but the document was promised to a fucking annoying group of submitters and ooooh wait, I can see the future! They are going to use this against us because there is no way the document can be exhaustive, so when we have a contingency that is not on the document, they will call us out on them. I hate everyone.
HOWEVER
A three-day weekend is on the horizon. I am going to overlook the fact that it will be 98 degrees here because we will have 3 glorious days off work. Also, this afternoon, I am leaving a whole hour early, picking up the little man and meeting the hubs downtown. We are taking J to the CityGarden which has an awesome water display/park-thingy. J is going to flip his shit. He loves water. Camera is in the diaper bag.
So, that’s all. Back to the hell of a document.
These were all waiting at my door when I got home from Monday! Already in love with the wallet. That polka dot lining? Swoon. The arrival of 50 Shades of Grey couldn’t have been better timed either…hello, long weekend!
J is doing some weird stuff relating to his man parts. He has been grabbing his junk, while diapered, and kind of whimpering and then laying down. Weird. The sitter called thinking he might have a UTI. This led to a lovely conversation with the nurse at the pediatrician’s about his junk and then a subsequent convo with the sitter in the hallway. Most of it was witnessed by the staples delivery man.
