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Tears in My Throw Pillow

Posted Aug 27 2009 11:34pm

Thank you all for your warm, sweet comments on my post this morning. I was feeling pretty groovy about it after I posted it but as the day wore on I started feeling less and less groovy and more and more stupid.

Have you ever gone to a party and had too much to drink and then danced around like you thought you were God’s gift to dancing, only to wake up the next morning with a banging headache wondering what on earth you were thinking and where did these weird ass blisters on my feet come from?

Yeah, me either.

Except instead of wine my drug of choice this morning was apparently an exercise induced endorphin rush and a memorable sunrise. My morning-after began here.

Toys R Us

Yes, she’s wearing those pants again. I promise they have been washed since she wore them on Monday.

We had a bunch of plans today that were flushed down the toilet when Ava woke up complaining of a sore throat. Homeschooly art thing? Cancelled. Swimming this afternoon? Cancelled. Enter: errands that ended with a quick trip to the Happiest Place on Earth. Oh wait. I think that’s Disney World. OK, scratch that. The Second Happiest Place on Earth.

Wondering about lunch? Did I skip a meal? hahahah not quite. Lunch consisted of rummaging the fridge for all of my favorite side dishes before we danced our way to the car.

Salsa and carrots? Check.

Dates and Almond Butter? Check and check.

Green and Black 70% Dark Chocolate? Triple check.

So back to Adventures at Toys R Us.

We got lost in a sea of pink.

Holy Pink

Maxine got so excited she laid down right in the middle of the floor to make dirt angels. I made her get up but not before taking a few pictures.

Dirt AngelDirt Angel
Dirt AngelDirt Angel

Naturally.

After groceries (I think I grocery shop just about every day. I need an intervention.) and a couple other stops we were home and was having a big case of blogger remorse. I was in desperate need of tall frosty one. Tall frosty green lemonade that is. And then I cried tears into my throw pillow.

Tears in My Throw Pillow

OK, I didn’t really cry. I’m just picking on myself a little bit. I make it so easy.

That was dinner. Well, that and some banana whip to round out a day of randomness.

Banana Whip

I’m very eager to hit publish and move this morning’s post away from the top of the page. Backing away… slowly… slowly…

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