Yesterday, my lovelies, I woke up in the most fab-tastic mood. I out of bed at 7:30 and got dressed. I skipped into Leila's room and got her ready for a bath. Before ten I had bathed her, cleaned my kitchen top to bottom, fed both of us breakfast, picked up all the clothes from the floor and washed several loads of laundry, and cleaned all the junk from my table and "microwave stand" which doubles as "holder of recipe books and ten thousand miscellaneous pieces of JUNK." Then I called my husband and bragged. At eleven, Joy swung by and we took the girls to the park. It was eighty five degrees. We were sweating copiously, and it was fun. I made steak and baked potatoes for dinner. Frankly, ya'all, I was rocking.
Today our morning walk brought the nasty realization that it was like, thirty degrees colder than yesterday. I almost missed my bus and had to run for it, something that I never like to do, much less when I am heinously out of shape and fill the bus with the sounds of my heavy breathing. In Eatzi's, my iPod cord caught a basket of chips and pulled them all onto the floor. My lasagna was gross. I am most displeased.
This could have a LOT to do with today being my second Starbucks-free day in a row.
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That caffiene withdrawal is a bitch, ain't it?
Put your tongue back in your mouth and quit saying "Nyah, nyah, nyah."
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