(1)Sometimes (and by "sometimes" of course I mean every day of my life) I fantasize about being ambushed for a quick episode of What not to Wear and/or (AND is preferred, but in a pinch I'll accept OR) Extreme Makeover: Home Edition. I can think of nothing more exciting at the moment than having someone competent cut and color and style my hair- I'd need to be wearing an enormous white fluffy bathrobe of course- while someone else simultaneously gives me a pedicure.
And a manicure. And I have cucumber slices on my eyes. I'm sure that does something glorious for a person's complexion and energy levels.
(2)When I arrive home from said excursion ($5,000 new wardrobe totally optional at this point), I discover (here's where Extreme Makeover: Home Edition comes in) a huge bus in front of my house. But I don't need a McMansion to be hiding behind it. I just need a laundry room with a) no leaking valves and b) a fully functional clothes dryer.
(3)FREEZE. Let's talk about laundry for a sec, shall we?
Laundry is code for "puke and poop."
There is some weird stomach thing happening in our house. It hasn't attached everyone but it has gotten the same person twice, but not two days in a row:
(4)And then this even littler thing is sick for the very first time:
(5)Add to that the leaky valve with the overflowing water-bucket that I shouldn't be lifting and the leak under the washer and the complete lack of dryer whatsoever and seriously you guys? Insanely expensive WEEK at a spa followed by insta-renovation of our laundry room are the only solutions I can think of. I have no other thoughts. My thoughts are limited to these two things only. Full stop.
(6)Okay, enough whining and complaing from me. By two big girls have just made quesadillas for lunch for all of us. They've vacuumed the whole house. They are so helpful and I really don't know what I'd do without them.
(7)Something fun. Something funny. Must share something fun and funny....
Oh, this isn't funny, but it is fun because woo hoo! Maternity jeans that I don't hate yet!
My friend Sarah recommended the Gap Always Skinny maternity jeans, but when I found them, I also found that they cost....$69.95. Ain't nobody got cash fo' dat!
But then my other dear friend Ebay came through and I snagged me a pair for $23. You know das right!
Clearly I am no model and obvi I tried to take these myself with the camera propped on a bib propped on the table. But they are not trumpy-dumpy and they are comfortable and so far they have not fallen down my poor flat butt. Win!