Leila and Rob are at the Daddy Daughter Dinner Dance right now. Shoes were found, The Dress was a hit, the corsage was confusing to the recipient. Leila improvised make-up with a red colored pencil because she's "not allowed to wear blush." Rob just texted me a pic of the two of them eating Icee Popcicle thingies, and I texted back, "Don't drip on the dress!" and he texted back, "Too late!" Money well spent...
What am doing with my free Friday night? I will tell you: I went to a book reading at a local bookstore by The Blogess, Jenny Lawson. She is both hilarious and inspiring, but also demoralizing: I have an irrational fear that there is only room for so many funny mom-bloggers-writers on the planet, and Jenny Lawson is firmly ensconced in her spot. Congratulations to her. Leave some for the rest of us.
Then I came home and planted herbs. Shut up, I'm serious, I did! I poured a glass of wine, put on some Shawn Colvin, and planted my little herbs and some strawberries in the almost-dark.
Now I'm back inside, in my PJs, eating a grilled cheese sandwich with my wine, and I'm going to have Apple Jacks for dessert. Is it wrong?
I'm trying to cool my house down. When we agreed to this new furnace, I really wanted one to which I could eventually hook up an air conditioner. It was my dream. Well, the one we got wasn't that kind, but the heater guy said I could turn the fan on without the heat on when it was warm and it would suck the warm air out. That guy was made of lies. This is going to be a long, hot summer. Asshole.
Oh my gosh! Look at Leila and her beautiful dress! Both are suburb. xo
Oh my gosh! Look at Leila and her beautiful dress! Both are darling. xo
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