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Apparently I'm covered in other people's happy cooties and it's affecting my mood. MITMIP at Pravda was an unqualified success. When I win the lottery I'm totally moving in there. I'll be drunk and fat on all the perogies in vodka cream sauce known to man but I'll be happy. Er. Ha.
Yesterday was the momentous Removal Of The Socks. It's a turning point in every year, much like the first day I have to finally give up the ghost in ankle deep snow and put the damned things on for another season. But it's not then, it's now and I went bare feeted in my shoesies and it was glorious.
And then I woke up this morning tired like I could die. As usual. Except my inlaws showed up. Great, more people to entertain. But wait...this time they took the small people away. They. Took. The. Small. People. Away! I had 3 glorious hours to myself so I went and got the groceries all by myself which doesn't sound anywhere near as thrilling writing it down as the actual event was. I was so invigorated I came home, did the cleaning and made chocolate chip muffins. Then I remembered that once upon a time 3 hours to myself would be spent masturbating furiously not twirling with Lysol wipes, but whatever man. Baby steps. I was so high on cleaning fumes when the kids went down for their nap I busted out my new high heeled Crocs. You know, the shoes everyone I know has threatened to disown me over and burn in a fire? Listen, I shamelessly listen to Vanilla Ice, read teenage vampire love stories and watch Swept Away and Gigli. You really think public opinion is going to sway me from the tacky shoes I want??
Except when I tried them on Fratboy was all 'whoa, sexy shoes!'. And I'm like 'are you serious?'. Cuz clearly he's putting me on. But no...he's mad for my form in my new plastic shoes. Ha. When I told him what they were he kind of wanted to vom from failure to recognize the horror. I blame years of orthopedic footware clearly frying his otherwise fashion savvy brain. These days even a high heeled Croc is sexy in comparison. I was so chuffed I immediately sashayed down to the nail salon to get my first pedicure of the season. Then I was so chuffed by my spangly nails in my sexy shoes I let Kneegs convince me to go eat donuts. Plural. Cuz I was just going to get one but then she talked me into having one for her too so I am stuffed on free donuts and life, she is pretty grand.
Now I'm just waiting for the small folk to rouse and Fratboy to return and we're off on a family outing to IKEA. I was going to go by myself but he wants to make an 'outing' of it. Take the small people in public you say? Huh. Rumour has it people actually do that and it doesn't always end in tears and bloodshed so we'll see.
Pretty stellar Saturday so far. Fuck you February and thank you Spring.
That is all.
So far...
Yesterday was the momentous Removal Of The Socks. It's a turning point in every year, much like the first day I have to finally give up the ghost in ankle deep snow and put the damned things on for another season. But it's not then, it's now and I went bare feeted in my shoesies and it was glorious.
And then I woke up this morning tired like I could die. As usual. Except my inlaws showed up. Great, more people to entertain. But wait...this time they took the small people away. They. Took. The. Small. People. Away! I had 3 glorious hours to myself so I went and got the groceries all by myself which doesn't sound anywhere near as thrilling writing it down as the actual event was. I was so invigorated I came home, did the cleaning and made chocolate chip muffins. Then I remembered that once upon a time 3 hours to myself would be spent masturbating furiously not twirling with Lysol wipes, but whatever man. Baby steps. I was so high on cleaning fumes when the kids went down for their nap I busted out my new high heeled Crocs. You know, the shoes everyone I know has threatened to disown me over and burn in a fire? Listen, I shamelessly listen to Vanilla Ice, read teenage vampire love stories and watch Swept Away and Gigli. You really think public opinion is going to sway me from the tacky shoes I want??
Except when I tried them on Fratboy was all 'whoa, sexy shoes!'. And I'm like 'are you serious?'. Cuz clearly he's putting me on. But no...he's mad for my form in my new plastic shoes. Ha. When I told him what they were he kind of wanted to vom from failure to recognize the horror. I blame years of orthopedic footware clearly frying his otherwise fashion savvy brain. These days even a high heeled Croc is sexy in comparison. I was so chuffed I immediately sashayed down to the nail salon to get my first pedicure of the season. Then I was so chuffed by my spangly nails in my sexy shoes I let Kneegs convince me to go eat donuts. Plural. Cuz I was just going to get one but then she talked me into having one for her too so I am stuffed on free donuts and life, she is pretty grand.
Now I'm just waiting for the small folk to rouse and Fratboy to return and we're off on a family outing to IKEA. I was going to go by myself but he wants to make an 'outing' of it. Take the small people in public you say? Huh. Rumour has it people actually do that and it doesn't always end in tears and bloodshed so we'll see.
Pretty stellar Saturday so far. Fuck you February and thank you Spring.
That is all.
So far...