I had a cupcake and ice cream for breakfast.
This morning in the shower I dropped my shampoo and it made a very loud cracking sound, but Hubby did not come to see if I was okay.
I really really really love nothing more in my wardrobe than my white v-neck long sleeved t-shirt.
On occasion (last night) I wake up in the middle of the night feeling completely and utterly ill (flu-like) only to wake up the next morning and feel completely and utterly fine.
I think it is sad when a girl grows up, moves out of the house, and has to bake her own birthday cake. This depresses me a bit.
I turn my music off when I get Reagan out of the car at daycare because I am afraid the other parents will think I am an odd mother for making my daughter listen to rock music.
Reagan is happiest when we have music playing in the house.
Every single day I work, I am afraid that I will fall down the flight of stairs at Reagan’s daycare.
This week, Reagan started to fall down the stairs at home and I dove headfirst after her. I passed her and ended up at the bottom to find that she caught herself on the third step and was not at all harmed. I, on the other hand.
I made honey wheat bread recently and it was AWESOME. I love bread. It’s the best part of going out to eat.
I haven’t gotten flowers since Reagan was born. I’m just saying...
I see a lot of women wearing these ivory trench coats and I think they are the prettiest coats I have ever laid eyes on. But I don’t need a coat. Rats.
I have a disposition to be addicted to Starburst. If its in front of me, I will eat it. All.
I cannot for the life of me remember how to spell chilli. Seriously, I have no idea if that was right or wrong.
I cannot read anything without actually proofreading it as well.
I am HORRIBLE at sending birthday cards or anniversary cards. I know this. I am embarrassed by it. I humbly seek your forgiveness.
I’d be lying if I told you my pantry cupboard was organized after last night’s grocery run.
For the past two weeks I have eaten one healthy snack (fruit or yogurt) at precisely 3:00 p.m. which has greatly reduced the number of cookies I eat as I am cooking dinner.
Tonight for dinner we are having a really delicious soup. Totally stoked for that.
Reagan has recently been discovered splashing in the toilet. This makes me realize I need to clean more often.