So it seems that I entirely missed that the dog in the picture from yesterday was wearing a foam finger that was making a questionable gesture. All I can offer in way of explanation is that’s how tired I was by the time I posted that picture and, also, I was entirely focused on the tennis shoes.
I finally walked in my door around midnight last night. And I headed straight for the shower because there is no way I could have crawled into bed with all the airport smell on me. You know? Airport smell? That combination of stale air and stranger germs?
Since everyone in my house was already asleep, I opted to use the guest bathroom because there was less chance of waking anyone up. Unfortunately I don’t keep a razor in the guest bathroom plus I’d forgotten to bring a razor to New York. And here’s something you may not know, I’m a little compulsive about shaving my legs every night. I cannot stand stubble.
So you can only imagine my angst at having to go to bed with two days worth of growth. I felt like a muppet.
And that might have been why I tossed and turned all night in spite of being exhausted. It didn’t help that I used my airplane ride to watch the first few episodes of Homeland and all that terrorist activity must have slipped into my subconscious because I had weird dreams that terrorists were after my maroon skinny cords from Gap.
Obviously this dream makes complete and total sense. It’s what I’ve quietly suspected all this time. That it’s all about the corduroy pants.
Needless to say, my Tuesday will not go down as one of my more productive days although I did manage to unpack my suitcase and throw in a few loads of laundry. I also made beef stroganoff in the crockpot because I maintain that nothing will make you feel as accomplished as having dinner taken care of by 9:00 a.m. And I went to the grocery store because the dogs probably needed something to eat besides a slice of cheese and, well, we all enjoy toilet paper.
But I didn’t even mention my weekend yet.
On Friday night I went to Women of Faith in San Antonio with my friend Michelle because she works for Women of Faith. And I found out about a really great event they’re doing in Houston on February 21-22 called Unwrap the Bible with Beth Moore, Priscilla Shirer and a few others along with Kari Jobe leading worship. You can find out more about it here, but I think it sounds amazing.
And then on Saturday I slept in because Caroline didn’t have a soccer game until 2:00. I cannot express how much I love the afternoon soccer game, except that it didn’t feel like an October day as much as a July day.
Saturday night we went over to Gulley’s to watch the Ags play Mississippi. And I died a thousand deaths between 7:30 p.m. and 11:30 p.m. At one point I put my head between my knees and began to take deep breaths and P had to tell me to get a hold of myself.
And then Lambo kicked that field goal.
I really need the Aggies to start winning more decisively so I can relax a little more on Saturday nights. As it stood I was so wired by the time that game was over that I barely slept at all before leaving my house at 7:00 a.m. Sunday to catch my flight to New York.
Which explains why I’m going to quit boring you with mundane things like my need to have shaved legs and head to bed. I have some sleep to catch up on.