you’re looking at six pounds of macaroni and cheese right there baby. feast your eyes on it suckers, it’s amazing.
It’s the last evening of my 30th year of life, the dogs are chasing after a fly in the kitchen, I’m still sippin’ on my cup of coffee from this morning and am in the middle of downing a blizzard from Dairy Queen [strawberry banana in case you are wondering]. I don’t really have a reason for writing this post, other than the fact that I feel like it, which is a pretty dang good reason now that I think about it.
This weekend has been quite uneventful which is my type of weekend. If you would have told me 1o years ago that I would crave weekends with zero plans, I would have thought you were a lunatic and most likely really, really boring. My parents live a crazier life than I do these days, it’s true. Pathetic, but absolutely true. There’s just something great about being lame I’ve learned. There’s also something great about reading a freaking book once in awhile [coming from a girl who has been in a book club for the past four years and has successfully read two, maybe three of the last 48 books]. It’s true, I go for the wine. I just finished this one and it is probably one of my most favorite books I’ve ever read, a close runner-up being The Girl On The Train. The positives to the one I just finished, however, was that I didn’t feel all sorts of eery and creeped out after each chapter or questioning every human in my life like I did with the girl on the train. Little Big Lies, read it, love it, the end.
Anyhow, to celebrate the last of my 30th year of life I am dedicating my time to catching up on The Bachelorette, it just seems like the right thing to do. I’ve got my party pants on, hair back slick willy style, unshowered and smelling amazing. That’s a lie, I don’t smell amazing. It’s just showering is hard on the weekends. So is not eating popcorn after 9 pm. It’s a habit I’m just not ready to give up anytime soon. Also, can we just take a second and look at that poor, poor clothes rack that is behind me in that picture above? I think that may be a red flag that I have too many clothes on it, just a guess. It’s okay sweet little clothes rack, we’re all going downhill.
Speaking of going downhill, I plan on recapping my 30th year of life in the next day or two because quite honestly, it was a year of a lot of good and a lot of not so good. I’m still trying to figure out if I like my 30’s. Thinking back, I kinda wish I would have just stayed in the year 2014 forever. That one year will always be known as the best year of my life [you can see so why I thought so here].
In other news, Shawn planted 42 plants today and I took a nap. Sometimes you win some, sometimes you lose some. He lost. What else must you know? One of my dogs was running around with his own turd in his mouth [in our living room] last week so yeah, things are going really well with them. They really are awesome when they are sleeping though, gosh I love them so much during nap time.
I really can’t think of anything else important at this time. Rachel is begging for me to go watch her so I better give in and this popcorn isn’t going to eat itself. 30, peace out – if there is one thing you’ve given me this year it is gray hair, a lot of gray hair. Note to self: move up hair appointment.