Today I woke up with the worst head cold. Ugh. I can’t say I’m surprised though….way too many shopping cart handles and open-mouth kisses from Henry will do that to you. (I swear he just starts coming at you with his pooky lips and you can’t say no. I don’t even want to think about him and girls for a really long time, k?)
The run that I had scheduled for this morning just wasn’t going to happen. I’m pretty hardcore about exercise, but you kinda need to breath in order to do it, so I sucked it up and stayed home to catch up on blogs. Am I the only one who can waste an entire morning reading blogs? Is it just me? I must be a slow reader. No way. That might be one of THE WORST insults anybody can fling at me. Right up there with being dirty. “You’re a slow reader, you’re a slow reader. Nana nana boo-boo.”
To them I say: Your mom’s a slow reader.
After laying low all morning, we showered, dressed and went thrifting. Even if I owned a private jet, I’d still shop at thrift stores. They’re just that cool. Sure, there is a TON of JUNK, i.e. 2009 Day Planners and white wicker
shoes (I saw both today). But there are also some gems to be found if you’re willing to elbow the elderly to get it.
We left Habitat for Humanity and went to the Habitat for the not-so-human, aka Walmart, to get stuff for Clara’s birthday party tomorrow. I decided not to wear my pajamas today.
(I’m really sorry if that’s you. Or your mom. Honestly…you’re probably a slow reader.)