We’ve been talking. A lot. About everything, about nothing, trying to pretend we’re normal, trying to embrace the severity of the situation. I am talked out. (Also, I love y’all so much there aren’t words for that anyway. Seriously, thanks for your kind words and thoughts and emails and hugs.) BACK TO THE HUMOR.
In Which I Astound You with My Domesticity.
Disclaimer: this may not, in fact, help you during any apocalypse. BUT your house and your wallet will thank you.
A Quick Story to Make Dude Feel Better
Anyway, Dude and Aunt Gee saved our asses this weekend when we had to URGENTLY have child care. I offered them the Wii to play with as Tony is currently obsessed.
While they were playing something – I don’t remember what – Dude let “WHAT THE HELL?” slip.
Some Stuff I’ve Bought Lately: Chattanooga Edition
I picked up the Smashbox BB Foundation, and a lady walked over to me and said, Oh, no. Your skin doesn’t need all that. Walk this way with me. And then I woke up in a bathtub of ice with my kidney missing, but I got a helluva haul in my little black Sephora bag.
New Air, New Us, New Week.
After last week, we decided to take a little getaway. Bryan had to do some work in Chattanooga and I love that city and Tony could be easily swayed by the word “hotel”, so off we went.
Common Sense is Not All That Common.
This entire story had me thinking -as it did then – of Shelby getting her hair shorn and crying until her momma said she liked it. Steel Magnolias: bringing art to life since 1986.
