It was a dreary Memorial Day here so we laid low and did the most logical thing possible: Watched Lifetime all day. They should stop calling it television for women and start calling it television for families who’ve run out of things to talk about.
I finally got around to cleaning out the baby’s closet. Only took me, I don’t know, about five months. It was full of crap that just got thrown in there when we moved into the house. Oh, and when I say I cleaned it out, what I really mean is I just moved the crap somewhere else even more annoying. In this case, right behind me. I figured if I put it there I would eventually get tired of tripping over it and actually do something with it. I really hope I haven’t underestimated my ability to ignore problems.
You guys, Straight No Chaser put out a new album. They sing a song with Dolly Parton. I nearly died. I’m still nearly dying. I can’t handle it. I’m listening to it right now. I practically ran out of the house on Wednesday when I discovered it was already released. I didn’t even try to de-fur myself. I went to the store covered in a day’s worth of cat fur. I love you that much, Straight No Chaser.
I had my first experience with an electric griddle. Seriously, I will never make pancakes any other way ever again. I was slapping 3 or 4 pancakes on there at a time. It was pancakemonium. I’m so sorry that I just made up that new word*
*Not actually sorry.
We often venture out on Friday night to see what the masses are up to at exciting places like Target or Sam’s Club. But I thought we could spice it up a little bit by visiting a Fleet Farm. I’ve never…I just…It’s incredible. It’s like every hick’s dream store. And since I’m at least 1/4 hick (it’s science) I felt quite at home. There was hunting gear right next to the kiddie pools. Horse feed right next to the canning supplies. Sausage making kits right next to the shoes. Come on.
We tested out a Mexican restaurant. We’re in search of “the one.” Or, I am at least. Ryan just indulges me while I put the salsa and taco shell bowls through rigorous taste-tests. I don’t think we’ve found our place yet. But that just means I get to eat more chips and salsa, which I’m totally fine with.
I started a craft project. And then I took a picture of it with Instagram, feeling all good about myself for thinking I’m crafty. And then noticed I’d used a section of paper with an advertisement about erectile dysfunction. Awesome, right?
Hope you all had a great week!