Even (or perhaps especially) if it's completely random and inconsequential.
Blogging it out helps my brain calm down a bit, saves Scott from having to listen to even more of my rambles (because let's face if, if I didn't blog where would all my words go?) and just knowing that y'all occasionally read and comment is like the maraschino cherry on top of my hot fudge bloggy sundae (XOXO).
Who rolled out of bed and went to Target this morning looking like something the cat dragged in? Was it me?
Not only did I have to get the labor intensive snacks of grapes and pre-cubed cheese for Annelise's class Easter party tomorrow, I had to find some shorts for my constantly growing weed, er...I mean sweet daughter because 1.) it's already oppressively HOT and b.) she informed me that she's quite tired of wearing her school uniform shorts to play in.
Can I just tell you I was offended by the sign, in the girls' department, telling me to get my must have SHORT shorts here? Or something to that effect. Can I also tell you they resembled distressed denim underwear? Do I even want to know who buys their young daughter short shorts? No. I don't.
(And now I'm singing the Nair commercial in my head.)
Thankfully after diligent searching I found some cargo bermuda shorts that will be just dandy.
I also considered buying snacks for an upcoming road trip (!!) but was immediately overwhelmed by all the choices and unsure of what my people would want to snack on while we travel across three (maybe four? I'm unsure) states. To me, half the fun of road tripping is stopping at gas stations for healthy snacks whenever necessary.
And believe me, I am bursting at the seams to tell you all about our trip but Scott put the hammer down and said I had to wait until we get back since he thinks putting specifics of when our house might be unoccupied out here on the blawg for all the world to see is not so, um...wise.
Don't the crooks know our house will not only be alarmed it'll be protected by two 11 year old cats? Because fierce? Is what they are (when they aren't sleeping or coughing up hair balls that is).
But maybe he won't mind me telling you that there will be a beach involved (!!), a couple of well known amusement parks and an historic happening will be witnessed.
Was I vague enough?
What's your favorite road trip snack?