My hair is fuzzy.
I went to work.
I took a precious one to a doctor's appointment.
I broke a drawer in my kitchen and I can't figure out how to fix it.
I ordered cupcakes and buns for Kelli's graduation open house. If you are my mother or my sisters and you're reading this, I meant to say I baked cupcakes. All day. I baked all day. From scratch.
I came home at lunch and made this for supper.
I tried to fill out an online registration form for another one of my precious ones. Online registration never goes well for me.
Did I mention it's raining and below 40 degrees?
Our yard and driveway look like mud wresting pits.
So here's what I want - please hold all laughter and judgement.
I want Farmer Boy to get home from work, open the door to the kitchen and say,
"Hey beb. Nice hair. Let's go out for dinner. Just you and me. I know it's Wednesday. I know we have things we're supposed to do but let's get out of here for a while. The kids will be fine. "
That's all I want.
Well, and straighter hair.