1) I thought I bought some sparkly grey eyeshadow. You know, in case I felt the need to wear fancy eye makeup while Jeff and I went out dancing stayed at home and made pancakes in our pajamas. Turns out, I bought sparkly blue eyeshadow. I don’t think that’s going to be a good look for me seeing as it is not 1987. Also, it’s possible that I’ve put off my eye exam for much too long.
2) Jeff was on a business trip last week and his flight kept getting delayed because of bad weather. Then they had to drain fuel from his airplane because of something about something about the plane being too heavy. This worried me a wee bit because fuel seemed, you know, incredibly important. It seems like maybe they should try removing something else from the plane first, like say people or luggage or pretty much anything that doesn’t help keep the plane in the air. Feeling sincerely worried about this turn of events, I texted my concerns to my husband. Who texted back “If I die young, bury me in satin.” I feel as though perhaps he was mocking me.
3) Remember that time there were ants in my iron? Right. The interwebs says that when the weather changes sometimes ants like to find a water source. And that is the story of what I found when I opened my dishwasher the other morning. Ants. BLEEPING ANTS. First the iron. Now my dishwasher. Apparently the ants have decided to wreak havoc upon all of my good intentions of housewivery. My good friend Google says that dishwashers are a common place for ants to gather in the winter time. You know where I think a better place would be for ants to gather? AN ANTHILL. Or a fire. Or an anthill that is on fire. I poured a bunch of vinegar down the drain (yet another thing I learned from the interwebs) and so far so good except that now my kitchen reeks of vinegar. Bleeping ants.
4) I finally finished the title page for my Project Life album, which isn’t all that unfortunate except for the fact that I re-did it three times before I was satisfied with it. You’d think someone with that level of perfectionism could cut a straight line but nope. I don’t understand. I own a paper trimmer. Why are all my cuts crooked? Personally, I blame Justin Bieber.
p.s. our family photo is from our 2011 christmas cards courtesy of Sherri’s Portraits. so yeah, it’s not technically from 2012 but let’s be honest: we’re not getting one as good as that anytime soon.
