Purple Things That Make You Cry
Posted on February 16th, 2009 in Budge That Pudge, Does All Her Own Stunts, Photos
I had intended to post reviews last week, among other things, but with everything that happened, my desire to sit down and write anything was weak at best.
Last-minute company has arrived from out west, and they brought with them their 6 year old terror, who is the main reason I am awake and typing at 6am on a holiday Monday. I can deal with high-energy kids, but he transforms my kids, who are actually very well behaved, into monsters. They are only staying until Wednesday, which seems like ages away at this ungodly hour. Raw foods be damned, I’m going to have to drink some coffee to make it through this day. Yes, I know that my addiction is mainly psychological, but I don’t care. I’m already tired and extremely grouchy, and if I’m going to make it through a day of doing touristy crap with a kid who listens about as well as a deaf mule, I need to give myself a break.
It’s not all bad news. Jack comes home this afternoon, and I couldn’t be happier. I’ve missed him so badly these past five days. Yesterday morning he called me to wish me a Happy V-Day, and directed me to the hall closet, where upon the highest shelf, my Valentine’s card was hidden. Since he couldn’t be here for it, he stowed said card away in a place where I would have to fetch a stool to retrieve it. What a thoughtful and creative man I married
He’s also promised to take me out for a meal at one of my favorite restaurants, once February is over. I’m actually hopeful that we can catch a dinner theater together, since that’s on my list.
Speaking of February, the raw foods diet has become much more bearable. V and I have gotten quite creative in the kitchen, thanks to the vast resources available online. The details, however, and more food porn, will have to wait for their own post.
At any rate, here are a couple of photos to make up for the lack of sexy around here
Happy Monday!




















February 17th, 2009 at 1:07 am
is my daughter at your house? shit, i thought she was in bed….
add some baileys to that coffee and you’ll care even less…..
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