1) Thank goodness for friends with daughters who are Girl Scouts. L gave me a verbal slap on the face through the phone after reading this post and proclaimed "Are you nuts? My daughter is a Girl Scout. Pull yourself together and bring some money to the birthday party Saturday." To which I replied, "My dear friend, thank you for loving me despite my crazy, and I will certainly be ordering cookies on Saturday." Cookie crisis officially averted. Thank goodness.
2) Some of the American Idol contestants may be crazy. And group projects are the worst. Especially when it involves singing songs about refrigerators.
3) I can't wait to have this little baby. I went over and visited with a friend of mine and got to meet her sweet 1 1/2 week old last night, and I left thinking, "I think I might actually be able to pull this mom thing off. And it sure will be a lot of fun to get to hold this little guy rather than lug him around in my way-too-big belly." I am SO excited! 9 weeks to go. That sounds like a lot. But I'm telling myself it's not. Because how else am I suppose to make it another 9 weeks?!? There is not enough ice cream in the world to tide me over (is it "tide me over" or "tie me over"? Is that even a real phrase? Sometimes I just make stuff up). So we're sticking with "9 weeks isn't that long. You're almost there." And it feels good.
4) We had a blizzard come in Tuesday night. An "I'm not even going to wash pants for tomorrow because I'm just that sure it will be a snow day" kind of blizzard. So I didn't wash my pants. And it was OK because it was a snow day, and I ended up sleeping most of it away in my PJ's. I only got dressed long enough to visit that fresh little newborn and to go out to eat with the Hubs. In other words, I spent about 98% of the day in the couch in my PJ's and 2% of the day out in the real world. Which made me think about how tired I am of winter this year and how much I miss this:
Camping. Green. Grilling out. The Hubs and his plethora of mismatched summer outfits. Everything. Oh, how much I miss it.
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