I’m not sure if you’ve all noticed, but I have become a compulsive blogger. It happened pretty steadily after I decided to discuss more than just my failed attempts at getting pregnant. (Shockingly, there is more to my life than scheduling Clomid doses.) I’ve got too much to say and not nearly enough people in my life to say it to. Enter the blogosphere.
So, imagine my utter confusion and horror this afternoon when I realized I’ve got no big revelations to share. Nothing. I tried to write a treatise on how vile I find the paparazzi (hint: I think they’re pretty gross), but that didn’t even entertain me, which is really saying something. Luckily, it happens to be Wednesday and I love nothing more than some helpful alliteration. Wordless Wednesday saves the day!
It was Crazy Hat Day at school and I wore my husband’s Sherlock Holmes hat. (I told a friend at work that I’d pulled it from our “funny hat box,” and her response was a deadpan, “What the hell, Sarah.” Hey, you never know when you may need a pith helmet.)
We made headbands for the kids at school today and wore them around like adorable hippies all afternoon. It was not until I got home that I realized I was still wearing mine and bravely had it on my face while I deposited checks at the bank.
Obligatory Instagrammed cat photo:
I “helped” bathe a toddler this week, and by that I mean I encouraged her to break the rules and splash like a maniac. I paid for it.
As she grows up, I’m learning about all the ways the Fiece and I are similar. For instance, we both love root beer floats and French fries and repeating things over and over if they are proven crowd-pleasers. We are also both really into taking photos of ourselves on iPhones. She said, “Scared face!” and then immediately mugged for this picture.
This is stolen from a Facebook friend. Puns are the stuff of life.