OK so I went to this cute little shop in my neck of the woods called “So Cool” which is where my paintings are sold. Yes, I paint. Fun, whimsical art. And while I was there I ran into a neighbor who said she spent two hours reading my journal online b/c she thought it was so funny. And I’m like, well dang! If I had known I was that funny I would have been writing every day! So Mrs. Monk, this one’s for you…and by the way, your new hairdo is fabulous…
So do any of you have issues with getting your husband to do what you want him to do? I’ve been trying to figure out the gift of reverse psychology lately, wondering if I get a little twist on my basic manipulative strategies, maybe my daughter’s nursery will finally get finished. You see, we had the wild notion, don’t ask me why, that our child would stay in our room for the first year b/c she is breastfeeding and you know the whole attachment-parenting thing. Uh. BIG MISTAKE. Hello. Not gonna’. And I begged my husband to help me get the nursery done like my 2nd trimester and here we are, with a six month old, still working on that ding-donged dad-blamed flip-flarned room. Not to mention the fact that I kept the FULL BED for our master bedroom b/c I was so darn STUBBORN, HEAVEN-BENT on keeping this old, rickety 100-year-old antique iron bed, and you know, apparently nobody was FAT back then, because WHO CAN SLEEP IN A FULL BED NOWADAYS WITH A MAN THAT SNORES AND YOUR BABY THAT COMES TO NURSE EVERY TWO COTTON-PICKIN’ HOURS?? It’s like rollin’ over in a casket. Somebody HELP me. I don’t mean to lament, I mean I am seriously grateful for our sweet and humble abode. But come on people, what was I thinking?
In other news…my friend Sally came over this week and took pictures of the baby at our house. What a friend—she traipses down here with all her gear and this time showed up with a doggie-elf costume, and what do you know, it fit Miss Bebe just perfectly. Check her out. Is she not the cutest thing you have ever seen in your life or am I biased?
AND. I bought a granny-gown today. Yep. A granny-gown. I’m talking the full-blown flannel long funky gown with the cotton lace and the whole nine yards. OK, maybe not nine yards, I hope not nine yards. And I’m talkin’ Granny knew what she was doin’ cause I’m as warm as toast. They’re on sale at TJ right now for 16.99 so go on down there cause I’m startin’ a revolution. Before you know it, Granny gowns are going to be the rage and Miss Victoria will be out of business…
Other than that, I’m just enjoying my neighbor’s reindeers and trying to catch up on some housework and reading…. I hope you are all enjoying the traffic and all of the tinsel and the fifteen renditions of Here Comes Santa Claus. I’m thinking about decorating my pink flamengos with Santa hats. What do you think?
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