The flip side is that when something comes up, I'm left unprepared.
Like last night. The new season of Survivor began. I had the kids in bed by 6:55 pm. I made popcorn. I cracked open a Smirnoff Raspberry Ice. The phone was strategically placed right next to me for my husband's evening check-in call from the firehouse. Joe is always anxious to discuss the needless whining and crying on the show (in between his emergency calls for stabbings and shootings that is).
|A more desirable picture would have been the pre-Survivor image where my popcorn was more fluffy and my drink wasn't depleted. Hindsight.|
My apologies (again). The good news is the weekend is almost here and who knows what treasures will be unearthed at Goodwill that I can write about. BFF didn't like the vintage Christmas ornament blog, she thought it showed too much of my eccentricity. My response?
That was the only one?
Obviously, she missed a few.
|BFF finds these "creepy and weird," but she has serious holiday hang-ups. I think her tree is assembled Christmas morning and promptly disassembled December 26th.|