While we were there Rose spilled milk all over me and since I don't carry an extra set of clothes with me Beard-O took off to the store where he hunted down the longest jeans possible and brought me back TWO pair. (They were buy one get one-LEVIS on sale) So... I'm two pairs of jeans richer. (He should shop for me more often.) I never would have bought them for myself because they were more than $15 (but, thanks to the sale that's practically what they came out to be) so it was a blessing in disguise. Especially because I only had two pairs of jeans (for the past 3 1/2 years) and one is tight and the other is getting worn pretty thin. What else would like to know about my wardrobe? Nothing, that's what I thought.
That evening I had the pleasure of dancing with a mouse in our hallway next to the bathroom. There was a lot of me tiptoe dancing while screaming while raising my hands in the air... Not girly or stereotypical at all.
Sunday we went to town and got some chicken feed. I cut D's hair. I did about 6 loads of laundry that I need to put away today. I also made pizza. It doesn't sound like we didn't much yesterday.
This week I'm taking D to get his glasses fitted, planning his birthday party and making really big decisions regarding making or buying a cake and what gifts to get him.
I'm going to start a loooonnnggg process of going through my closet, kitchen, junk
Have a great Monday and Happy Halloween!