Only in chocolate.
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Only in chocolate.
Friday, April 17, 2009
Since, it has been decided that said part will not be available for several more days. Sweet. Still, it is better than the alternative as a new furnace is not in the current budget.
So, long story short(er), it is cold at our casa. We're all feeling it, except for Floyd, thanks to my handy layers of tummy flab. (What? I'm a Mormon. We're prepared for emergencies. Plus, we like cheese.) I thought Lupe would be downright frigid what with all the hair she's stuck to everything she's even looked at in the last two weeks, but she was horrified by the warm beach towel we put in her bed the other night, so I guess she's fine.
*Note: I do not have pneumonia. Yet.
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
(I'll admit it: I wore my green jacket. But also, I really like my green jacket and I bought it because of Meredith Vieira, not for Idina Menzel. Don't judge me.)
Anyway, we had a delightful time. We made good use of a gift card at The Cheesecake Factory --an establishment designed, I'm certain, with the express purpose of adding inches to my waist and hips-- and wished each other 'Merry Christmas' all evening long. Wicked even beat out the Thai Peanut Pasta I munched on, and what with my intense love for peanuts in my pasta, that's saying something. (Also helping the cause, I didn't throw up Wicked later, but that's neither here nor there.)
In what's shaping up to be an all-around decent week, I'm also not on call tonight. Makes me wish I could do a cartwheel. 'Cept I might wrinkle the fancy get-up I'm currently sporting. Don't mess with a girl in a robe and her husband's sweat pants.
Unless you're the hidden cameras from What Not To Wear. Because, honestly.
Thursday, April 9, 2009
But, wow. Floyd is easily the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. Even at a blurry and somewhat skeletal 12 weeks, 3 days.
And that's all I can think to say.