So last evening I had some master plan of writing an awesome blog post for today.
And then my brain, heart, and soul started thinking
“Man, I’d really like to take a bubble bath”
So then the blog tried to argue back in my brain and say
“No, I need something good for tomorrow”
Guess who won.
Every. Single. Time.
Sorry Blog.
If you only knew how glorious those bubble baths are were.
Yes, were.
You see–I was making my way out of that bath in a near coma state from being so relaxed when all of a sudden BAM.
Actually it was more like BAM.
I hit the deck/Bit The Dust/Whatever you wanna call it.
HARD.
After quivering my lip for a few seconds at my husband, I did what I knew best.
After quivering my lip for a few seconds at my husband, I did what I knew best.
Reached for the camera that happened to be sitting on the bath counter.
And took a picture of him helping me up in action.
Not pictured: My husband doubled over in laughter saying
“Oh my gosh I am going to puke..this is the hardest I’ve ever laughed…”
Also not pictured: His black eye and missing teeth that his fallen wife gave him.
I kid I kid.
But now I have bruises on my legs, side, arms, and hand.
It’s hot.
Speaking of hot, I just looked down at my hand it is the palest it’s ever been I’m pretty sure.
Gosh, I love Winter.
Anyhow–sorry, but no awesome blog post today.
Come back tomorrow though to hear about how I hit a car, exited out of a parking lot {not using the exit}, and got a parking ticket.
All in the same night.
Oh, and not in a car I own.
True story.
PS. Tonight is the Victorias Secret Fashion Show.
It may be my most favorite night of the entire year.
Betcha anything come 10 pm, this household will be blastin’ the hottest jams ever, accompanied by a girl struttin’ around in a bikini and the highest heels possible.
Another true story.
Never stop dreamin’ kids.
….I should probably reconsider the highest heels possible thing.
