Friday Flotsam

FRRRRRRRRRReeweedeeseelee.

You do realize that the only photos I’ll be able to share with you over the next 126 weeks are nature photos? And maybe the rando shoe photo here and there. And a kid-on-a-bike or a in-a-blow-up-backyard-pool photo sprinkled in. Maybe my morning coffee on the outside patio table with a plant or a book next to it. My hand reaching in all casual. Chipped nail.

Maybe a back patio photo once our new clear poly roof is put in place this weekend, with loads of fake ivy woven around the beams underneath it because I’m a grandma. Maybe that. I’ll show you that.

Maybe a bedroom photo of fluffed pillows and me looking out the window longingly, at a social life that’s now dust in the wind. Maybe that, too.

Oh, maybe I’ll show you a stack of dishes in my kitchen since I spend 97.8765868% of my time there. You might like that. Wait I think I’ve already shown you that. Never mind.

Nature photos it is.

Thanks for being there for me.

Let’s take a look a my new year’s resolutions from early in January, shall we? See how I’m doing. This will be fun!

Okay, pasted right from my January 10th blog post.

1) find a bra I actually like.

2) accept my eye color.

3) run a 10k

4) renovate our hizz

Three percent achievement – PRETTY GOOOOOOOD, GUYS.

Okay okay, I’ll make a new one.

Stay home and avoid the ‘Rona and watch the trees and grass turn greener and open wine at 4pm. Everyday. Every single day.

100% achievement!

Hey I feel better already! oh.

(no really though, what bra do you love because I have nothing else going on.)

Okay, tell me what’s worse? ^^^

A) The giant horse dog that barked so loud all of our brains shook in their cages, caught on fire and melted.

B) Me, screaming like a fire engine at horse dog that barked so loud all of our brains shook in their cages, caught on fire and melted.

or C) The kids, startled panic shriek crying and freezing in place and removing to move because of me screaming over the giant horse dog that barked so loud, all our brains shook in their cages, caught on fire and melted.

You know what, don’t answer that.

My groceries arrive today, but I have this feeling I’m about to get a text when they start shopping that says, “NO EGGS AVAILABLE.” Guys what will we paint if we can’t get eggs???

Can you paint a rotting lemon? Is that a thing? What else is ovular? Tiny limp balloons? Avocados? Oh no. I’m going to get that text, I can feel it.

We’re gonna be painting rocks.

I’ll keep you posted because I know you have nothing else going on in your life.

Big Easter weekend travel plans?

Bahahahhahaha! oh.

We actually have quite a bit of house-shniz to take care of this weekend before the temps drop to LAME on Monday. Install the patio roof (Aaron), tuck ivy underneath it (me), wash white patio pillows (me), paint our side wooden gate white (aaron), put up 55 trillion loads of laundry (me), EASTER BUNNY IT (me), paint rocks (all), celebrate Aaron’s birthday (!) on Sunday (all) with a boozy brunch, GRAY BALLOONS everywhere (Nat’s idea since it’s his favorite color. ew, but okay), a giant gold and white birthday banner (because I’m not hanging up a gray banner. I draw the line there.), and whatever archeology documentary marathon he wants to watch. Yes guys, that is his ideal day. Hold me in your prayers.

*from this week! A Sunday Salad, to break from all the carbs, a Grilled Cheese sandwich using yummy pantry stables, for when you’re sick of salad, and a Ricotta Loaf for dessert! because this is really what you wanted.

(so, about that bra…)