Last week I was so proud of myself that I had eaten my lunch and not gotten anything on my sweater. Until about 3 pm when I was in the restroom washing my hands. I looked at myself in the mirror, and thought, huh, what is in the cowl neck of my sweater? Lettuce. It was Lettuce people. I had been walking around for 3 1/2 hours with LETTUCE in my shirt.
I love that it's warmer outside, and in the 70's this week, but I am not looking forward to having to shave my legs everyday again.
I may or may not have purposely waited to do my dishes when I found out my Mom was coming to drop off something at my apt, because I was hoping she would do them for me.
I totally ate my pierogies for Breakfast, instead of the lunch I was saving them for.
I have a crying fest in my truck in the Menards parking lot the other day. I was out of tissues in my purse, and was so relieved to realize that I had a package of toilet paper in my back seat that I had been
forgotten to, been too lazy to carry upstairs. So I sat in the front seat bawling my eyes out, roll of toilet paper in hand.