Stumps is definitely giving up her nap and I am definitely in denial about it.
“Baby that was not actually a five inch cockroach on the wall above your head. When it hit the floor I could see it better and it just had really long wings.”
If my spouse is looking for me, I’ll be in a hotel.
Today i learned the following lesson: Never ever set foot on a scale the Sunday after Thanksgiving.
Thankful for 90s country music, daffodils, my tiny girls, mountains, the other two members of my work team, seasons, my endearingly dysfunctional family, my job, my minivan (yes really), space heaters, Husband, products designed for curly hair (just because it’s shallow doesn’t mean I don’t appreciate it), pumpkin pie, best friends, best friends’ kids, fondue, my office that has a pretty view and a thermostat, comedy, and God.
If it’s wrong to drink wine, bake a pumpkin pie, and then lick the contents of the mixing bowl and call it dinner, I don’t want to be right.
Stumps is so obsessed with Peppa Pig she appears to be starting to speak in a British accent