Hello, Darlings! It's Friday! I love Friday. Whoop. Whoop.
I've been busy. Which is good. I'm "lunching" again. Which. Sucks up my time but is so much fun, who could say no? Especially when the alternative is to do awful stuff like laundry. Nope. I'd rather lunch.
It's a hard life. I make sure Steven's aware of how difficult it is to be me. Ha. ;)
I know I'm slow on the uptake, but it occurred to me last night as I was making dinner that Valentine's day is next week. UGH.
On the agenda for this weekend:
-- Decorating V-day boxes.
-- Filling out V-day cards.
-- And I suppose that would mean going to the store to actually buy the cards and candy.
I've been thinking about this blog. I really need to change the design and the About Me section.
You know, SOMEDAY. Perhaps not this week....
Oh, my gosh. I have a story for you. I was going to vlog it because it's so much funnier if I tell you out loud, you know, with horrified facial expressions. But. We all know a vlog will never happen. So.
The other day I had dinner pulled out to make. 4:30 hit. And as usual, I had zero desire to make that particular thing.
SIDENOTE: I really need to do something about this. It's particularly annoying and has become a bad habit.
Steven texted and asked what was for dinner. I told him what I had pulled out and then said, "But I really don't want to eat it."
He agreed to pick up McD's on his way home. (I know, gross. But whatever. I didn't have to cook!)
On his way through the drive through he texted me this picture with "GROSS!":
I don't know what you see, but this is what I saw:
I was ridiculously excited. I LOVE Shamrock shakes! *dancing* I texted him back immediately. My exact words were: I LOVE those! Get me one.
He came home with the food. When he stepped into the room he had a funny expression. Almost hesitant. A little embarrassed.
"I was thinking when I drove home how weird it was that you texted me to get you one," he said. Then he paused for a long moment before adding, "It didn't occur to me till I was in the driveway that you saw the Shamrock Shake."
"Of course I did! That's what you texted me a picture of!"
"No, it wasn't." By now he was laughing.
And since I had no clue what the hell was so funny, I grabbed my phone to check my texts.
People, when you're expecting a shake and instead you get fish balls, THIS IS A PROBLEM.
These two lovely photos were taken this morning. Aren't my children special?