- If you want me to never shop at your store again, by all means have a hippie in a flowered dress and mangled hair wailing on her guitar by the checkout. By. All. Means.
- I went running at 6:30am a few times this week. And the whole time I was disgusted with myself. Who really, truly enjoys getting up at that unholy hour? And even more disgusting is I'm tired and ready for bed at 10pm.
- If your kid refuses to sleep for a few days while at your in laws, you have to keep in mind that he'll crash eventually. And he did - for 13 glorious hours.
- Homemade tortillas, you may have won this week, but I have a tortilla press. Its over.
- I've missed half of Shark Week. A little piece of me has died (out of sadness, not from a shark attack thankfully).
- Utah is on fire again. Bust out the Claritin.
Friday, August 7, 2009
lessons learned.
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I'm tired and ready for bed by 8:00 pm. I WIN.
(Debilitating, pregnancy-induced fatigue, anyone?)
More than once, Shane has told me, "SUZANNE, you have to at least wait until it's DARK before you go to bed..." Sometimes I listen to him, sometimes I don't...
Remember that lady from Jackie's ward in RI I think that lost half of a butt cheek to a shark attack? I wish that was documented on Shark Week.
Also, bed at 10 pm sounds night owlish to me.
I think Sister Shark Attack was featured on some show! Wish I could remember which one...
Also, homemade tortillas? You have my honor and respect.
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