♥ If you accidentally lock your dog in your office and wake up in the middle of the night because you hear a strange noise and stumble into the other room without your glasses on, it is very possible that in your sleep-deprived state you MIGHT mistake the tiny white chihuahua sitting in the middle of the floor for Dobby The House Elf. But seriously, squint real hard at that little photo-bomber. You can see how I would make that mistake right? Especially if I was possibly reading a fan theory about Harry Potter right before bed. I’m very hip.
♥ A certain three year old came running into our room sans clothes the other morning yelling “OH NO! DERE’S SOMEFING ON MY BODY! DERE’S SOMEFING ON MY BODY!” And assuming that she had possibly had an accident we (quite bravely, I might add) asked her to show us said “somefing.” And that’s when she pointed to her chest and said “SEE! I GOT DESE FINGS ON MY BODY!” It would appear that when I gave the whole “Proper Names Of Anatomical Parts” speech I completely skipped over nipples.
♥ A little quirk of mine, tiny really, is that I can not stand for my teeth to touch the metal of a fork. I’m shuddering just typing that. Once I guy broke up with me because I refused to take bites of cheesecake off of his fork. I mean, I would have probably if I could have held the fork because CHEESECAKE. But if other people hold the fork then you can’t be one hundred percent sure that it isn’t going to touch your teeth. The other night my husband tried to offer me a bite of his food but insisted on holding the fork. And I was all awkwardly trying to eat said bite without the use of my teeth, which took a bit of complicated maneuvering, and he was like “WHAT EXACTLY ARE YOU DOING RIGHT NOW?” Too bad for him that he’s already put a ring on it.
(Remember when the title of this blog was “Only Slightly Neurotic?” Yeah, that.)
(But seriously, that is a terrible reason to break up with someone. I’m thinking I dodged a bullet with that one.)
♥ My birthday is exactly one week from today. And I am pretty excited about it this year because I love being in my thirties. Thirty is SO MUCH BETTER than say, fifteen. Or twenty one. And because that means this week I get to Collect All My Favorite Birthday Freebies. That never gets old, despite the fact that I am getting, well, old. I was contemplating getting a tattoo but I am really not so good with the needles. However:
The other site that I write for, Mothers of Daughters, introduced me to these scripture temporary tattoos! So that is what I am rocking this week, a line from my favorite hymn. How do I feel about wearing temporary tattoos at almost thirty one? Awesome, that’s how. And still ridiculously afraid of actually letting someone touch me with a needle.
(This close up picture of my feet shows exactly why I had to wear Forest Gump braces as a child.)
♥ I bought that picnic table for Scarlette’s birthday a couple of years ago and I highly recommend it. It folds up so it’s easy to stash out of the way and pop open when we need it. It’s great for when we have friends over but we use it every day in the spring/summer for crafting and lunchtime picnics on the back porch. I found it at Walmart, it is this one. That’s not any sort of affiliate link, I just really love the table, we’ve definitely gotten a ton of use out of it.
