1) Yesterday was the day that I exploded an entire two liter of Ginger Ale and then subsequently spent the next hour wiping down every single surface in my kitchen. My George Foreman may never recover. Today is the day I learned that Scarlette is much more domestic minded than her mother as she’s spent most of the morning pretending to wipe down all of the cabinets. I’m going to totally milk that when she’s older.
2) I am currently embroiled in a land war in Asia bitter battle with the flipping ants that invade my house every. single. July. in their search for water. See: ants in my flippin’ iron, y’all. They keep coming in Scarlette’s room, which means Scarlette is sleeping with me because I am far too neurotic and paranoid to let her sleep in her own bed when I’ve seen an ant in there. Which basically means no one is sleeping in this house. I just sprayed apple cider vinegar everywhere and I’m seriously about to start marching around the outside of this house singing “Joshua fought the battle of Jericho, Jericho, Jericho!” I’m putting the God smackdown on these stupid ants. And by that, I mean I just smashed one with my Bible.
3) One Direction. Oh my gosh. There is something about going through your formative years during the boy-band era that makes it completely impossible to turn the radio when they come on.
4) I’m really behind on getting up my book reviews (case in point, I read this months ago) but seriously, Let’s Pretend This Never Happened is hilarious. I have not laughed so hard at a book in I don’t even know how long. I keep sending one sentence emails to my girlfriends with quotes from the book like “WHY DIDN’T YOU TEACH ME COUCH ETIQUETTE?!” I’m not an annoying friend at all. There is a ton of cursing in the book but as a pseudo-curser myself (oh crumb!) that doesn’t bother me so much but now you are duly warned.
5) If you follow me on insta.gram then you know that this morning when I opened the fridge to make myself a chai latte, I found a little bow and three brightly colored balls nestled in the door next to the salad dressing. Jeff is really getting out of control, y’all.