Last night I was suffering from a touch of the writer’s block and my plan was to wake up this morning and write the best post of all time. However, Caroline didn’t know about this plan and proceeded to keep me up over 3/4 of the night for no good reason whatsoever. Unless trying to drive your mama insane is a reason.
So, the greatest post will have to wait for another day. Although I did think about writing something around 3:30 a.m., but it would have just said, “Help. I’m having a nervous breakdown and would like to run away from home.”
Good stuff.
Instead of that heartwrenching plea for help, this is what y’all get instead.
LOOK!
Red, white and blue M&M’s. God bless America, I found them at HEB on Monday and they make me happy. So happy. There is nothing better than combining my love for this country with my love for the chocolate candy coated goodness.
I will most likely finish this entire bowl by noon in a futile attempt to make myself feel better after all the sleeplessness last night.
Speaking of the sleeplessness, here’s a picture of the perpetrator that caused all the no sleeping with all the non-sleepiness.
Notice she looks fresh as a daisy. She woke up (as if she ever went to sleep) at 6:15 a.m. and has been dressed and accessorized since 6:25.
There will be no picture of me because, trust me, there are some things the human eye is not meant to see.
And lastly, while I’m sharing pictures. Here are some pictures I took last week when Janet from Life with the Wisners came to visit with her kids, Big H and Goo.
That’s Caroline and Big H. Caroline is practicing her stellar hostessing skills. Hopefully also thinking that maybe her wardrobe selection of green jogging pants with bright turquoise shirt wasn’t really the best choice.
Let’s just say the microwave caused quite the uproar. All the injustices of the world could be solved if only there were two Pottery Barn microwaves in every household.
Also, in my defense, I do wash Caroline’s hair every day. It just looks particularly greasy because I’ve been putting baby oil in her bath to fight the drying of her skin from all the chlorine in the pool. The process makes her hair so greasy that I could style it like Danny Zuko’s.
That’s the Goo. She is so much cuter than my limited photography skills indicate. I wish I could have caught a smile because, seriously, she smiled the entire time she was here except for the two seconds when I took this photo. She would make babies everywhere weep with envy at the joy she gets out of life.
And that’s about it for now.
Oh, except for seriously? Bo Brady is 60 or 52 or whatever. Hats off to Botox and hair dye, because while he doesn’t look like he did back when he and Hope ran away from the church on his motorcycle (a scene which was the epitome of romance in my 5th grade mind), he doesn’t look 5 years away from Social Security either.
Y’all have a lovely day. And please say a prayer that I get a nap because otherwise, a breakdown is in my near future.