Baby Love: My Indiana BFF Darcy made Scarlette some sweet little rosette headbands. I love them so much! I find them darling. Scarlette looks a little disconcerted as to why mommy put that thing on her head.
Cute But Disconcerting: Scarlette got moved to a pediatric crib. I was so excited about her being in a "big girl" crib. Until I actually saw the big girl crib. It looks like a cage. Seriously. Every time I see it I can't help but go "This is a cage! This is inhumane! I'm like an animal! I'M LIKE AN ANIMAL!" The nurses do not appreciate Hoops and Yoyo diatribes, apparently.
Even More Disconcerting: I thought the new raspberry lipgloss that I was gifted must be the kind that plumps up your lips. I thought this because every time I wore it, my lips would be all nice and plump like I had some sort of Meg Ryan injection. Turns out, it was raspberry lemonade lipgloss. And my lips weren't plump. They were swollen. Because I'm allergic to it. Will I ever learn to read labels? Probably not. But that's not the real question here. The real question is: is my husband trying to knock me off? Because he bought me that lip gloss, y'all.
Also Disconcerting: Every time I get food at one of the snack carts, they ask for my employee badge. And I tell them I don't work here. And they remark about how there is a girl that works here that looks exactly like me. This used to happen to me all the time when I lived down here, ever since high school. Apparently my clone is walking around in this town and people are always like "Oh, I saw you at the movies Friday night." And then they act like I'm lying when I tell them I spent Friday night at home doing laundry. Maybe because they know I never do laundry. Anyhow, she's apparently followed me to the hospital and I keep hoping I run into her face to face, like a scene out of The Parent Trap. The one with Hayley Mills, not the pre-rehab Lindsey Lohan version.
The Most Disconcerting Thing Of All: Old people who drive the wrong way in parking decks. Especially when they are coming straight at you. Trust me on this one.
