I’ve decided that there won’t be any grandiose blog goals this year. Posting everyday? Probably not going to happen. Getting 10,000 readers? Dream on.
I’m pretty lucky if I manage to put a bra on these days. Or wear matching shoes out of the house. Or remember things you told me 30 seconds ago. But I think I can manage to post at least once a week. A week in review. This way when I forget everything in 30 seconds I have a record of it, and you can rest assured I haven’t thrown myself fallen into a well.
Trish’s Week in Review 12/31/2012 – 1/6/2012
New Year’s Eve baby! My parents were here so we all dressed up in our finest attire and hit the town for drinks and raucous behavior.
OR…I put a Snuggie on, stuffed my face with pigs in blankets and let my baby hang around naked all night. I’ve heard it both ways.
We watched the Rose Parade. Twice. I ate an entire bag of puppy chow by myself. I wore the Snuggie again. Don’t judge me.
I don’t remember Wednesday. I really don’t. But I’m pretty sure I didn’t put a bra on or leave the house. I probably just spent the day watching Wyatt scream his face off look adorable.
What? The kid likes to be naked.
I got this in the mail:
I’ll never be under-caffeinated again. My dad is awesome.
I decided we’d get up and hit Sam’s Club and Walmart before it got busy. Apparently, that’s impossible around here. I’m not used to living around so many freaking people. I suppose I’ll adjust. Or I’ll just keep getting into fights with people in the Mall of America parking lot. It’s a long story.
I don’t remember Saturday either. I might have put a bra on. Probably not though. Oh wait, I think I paid some bills. Yes, the sounds of me whimpering when I wrote checks to the hospital do seem vaguely familiar.
I think he meant to give me two thumbs up for free-boobing it. But he’s just a baby so I’ll let it slide.
We went to breakfast and to Target and to my new most favorite place on the planet: IKEA. I bought a bunch of things. And I assure you I needed all of them. One, in my opinion, can never have too may cheese graters. You just never know in what manner you’re going to want to grate some cheese. Am I right?