I've been listening to this song on repeat and eating Samoas by the box. I could probably twist good music and cookies into hypograt items, right?
So the week's been heavy on distraction-seeking and a continual apology refrain to my children for being in such a rotten mood.
--Brian has decided to watch GoT so I get to start all over with him. Great fun.
--my coloring book
--the three Blue Apron meals that we got as hand-me-downs from my MIL
--a twofer: I decided our napkins were too drab and I used up a good chunk of the ribbon stash to fancy them up. An excess of color and pattern through an effective use of supplies on hand is just my thing.
And then I am thankful that the surgery results were nearly as good as could be hoped. And I am oh, so thankful for the life I lead that allows me to drop everything and travel to see my loved ones, whether as a long-planned trip or at a moment's notice. Off to TN.
A Fly on our (Chicken Coop) Wall, Amycake and the Dude, Considerings, Finding Ninee, Getting Literal, I Want Backsies, The Meaning of Me, Thankful Me, Uncharted, The Wakefield Doctrine