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Are you sensing some serious procrastination? We are leaving on holidays tomorrow and of course, I've left all cleaning, packing, laundry to do today and now I don't feel like doing it.
I am so very excited to be heading up north for awhile. A little evening fishing on the lake with my love, some good food, some pottery, road trips, friends, camping. Bring it on! Evening fires outside. I am primed!
Oh I love this song - who can guess it - "She sent him scented letters, and he received them with a strange delight. Just like his wife but how she was before the tears, and how she was before the years flew by, and how she was when she was beautiful. She signed the letter..."
I always compare this song to Rupert Holmes. You know?
We have been buying this hemp soap which - oh check me out I have a link for you - SMELLS SO GOOD. We are currently trying the Sandalwood and I have to tell you, I can't stop smelling my own armpits. It truly is the hempest.
In other news, I think we could feel the baby moving from the outside last night. I am almost certain that it was the Bollywood that inspired it and that the Passenger was getting into it. No really, it felt more like vibrations than anything. Either that or it was some gnarly Noodle Box gas. Let's pretend it was the baby though because that is more romantic.
I also had a pedicure yesterday at Le Spa Sereine. Addictive. Highly addictive. Use with caution. I can no longer reach my feet easily so I felt it was timely to use a gift certificate I had. I was certain I would feel like the poor bumpkin cousin showing up with calloused heels and swollen ankles and all the twinky estheticians would be horrified and it would be like the Crying Game as they filed my hooves. I was quite surprised to find it not pretentious and was highly amused that all three pedicure chairs (featured there on the home page) were occupied by other pregnant women and their own swollen feet and calloused summer heels. Plus there is a certain thrill I got from paying someone to maintain my feet. Is that wrong? She gave me some salve and I got another foot rub that night - milkin' it. "RUB THEM CABANA BOY! HARDER!"
Did I mention we get to go on a plane for our holidays? How cool is that?
I am so very excited to be heading up north for awhile. A little evening fishing on the lake with my love, some good food, some pottery, road trips, friends, camping. Bring it on! Evening fires outside. I am primed!
Oh I love this song - who can guess it - "She sent him scented letters, and he received them with a strange delight. Just like his wife but how she was before the tears, and how she was before the years flew by, and how she was when she was beautiful. She signed the letter..."
I always compare this song to Rupert Holmes. You know?
We have been buying this hemp soap which - oh check me out I have a link for you - SMELLS SO GOOD. We are currently trying the Sandalwood and I have to tell you, I can't stop smelling my own armpits. It truly is the hempest.
In other news, I think we could feel the baby moving from the outside last night. I am almost certain that it was the Bollywood that inspired it and that the Passenger was getting into it. No really, it felt more like vibrations than anything. Either that or it was some gnarly Noodle Box gas. Let's pretend it was the baby though because that is more romantic.
I also had a pedicure yesterday at Le Spa Sereine. Addictive. Highly addictive. Use with caution. I can no longer reach my feet easily so I felt it was timely to use a gift certificate I had. I was certain I would feel like the poor bumpkin cousin showing up with calloused heels and swollen ankles and all the twinky estheticians would be horrified and it would be like the Crying Game as they filed my hooves. I was quite surprised to find it not pretentious and was highly amused that all three pedicure chairs (featured there on the home page) were occupied by other pregnant women and their own swollen feet and calloused summer heels. Plus there is a certain thrill I got from paying someone to maintain my feet. Is that wrong? She gave me some salve and I got another foot rub that night - milkin' it. "RUB THEM CABANA BOY! HARDER!"
Did I mention we get to go on a plane for our holidays? How cool is that?