This morning I woke up feeling like the day was a brand new doll, still in it's box, with it's head wrapped in cellophane.
I so didn't want to mess it up.
As in pants.
I'm not responsible for my hair at this moment, cause I have a hair appointment on Tuesday - so we'll address it then.
I bought gas today.
Filled the dang tank up.
Spent about the same on a week's worth of groceries, that seemed to fit in three bags.
Clam juice is in my house.
The thought of it makes me gag.
I have no idea why I put "Creole Fish" on the menu for the week, like I'm gonna eat that stuff!
Realized that I feel the need to explain some of my grocery purchases to the check-out girl.
I needed to make it known that the instant mashed potatoes were indeed for a bread recipe.
I worried about the dried milk as well - would she think I was REALLY going to drink it?
Once she scanned the Velveeta, I quit apologizing.
At least there was no Cool Whip in sight.
It's 4:30 up in the afternoon and my work for the day is done.
I've worked myself so silly this week that my right arm is rendered useless.
I'll spend the afternoon feverishly knitting slippers and sewing pajamas.
All in preparation for a very important event.
An event so earth shaking, the blog world will never be the same.
If you are a casual reader - make sure ya'll check back here next week.
And pray that I finish my pj's and knit TWO slippers.
For her sake.
An image I found too disturbing not to share whilst Googling for dolls in boxes.
I really have no words.