My Ipsy came in Monday.
It was like a birthday present to myself.
Do you get tired of me telling you how great all the stuff inside is?
I get it.
Not gonna lie, though, this one was yet another winner.
I’m just applied the perfume rollerball that was in the bag and am currently inhaling my wrist. Fantastic.
We’ll discuss next Thursday.
I’ve made roasted asparagus with every.single.meal I’ve prepared at home
For the last two weeks.
I’ve said it a million times, I make things I like for days and weeks on end and then forget about them for like the next two years.
Please don’t let me forget about my asparagus.
The Garage Sale
Yes, the garage sale, as if it were an epic sale of all sales.
I think my mom is going to have a garage sale, and Will and I are going to hook on and make it a joint one.
I think I’m completely underestimating the level of headache that’s going to come from trying to identify, sort, tag, and sell all our stuff.
We should have started waaaay earlier.
Plus Will and I have completely different opinions on keep versus sell.
I’ve already told him we’re going to make it a like a game. We each get veto power on a certain amount of items. We also get a certain amount of items that are off the table in terms of keeping or selling.
Perhaps that will help keep us motivated and on track.
As in the workweek hustle Fitbit challenge.
Guys, some of these people get fierce with this challenge.
Purposely booking the far away conference rooms so we can’t use them and are stuck using the ones closer to our own desks.
Others faking injury so we think they’re out of the game only to be completely shocked when they sync their steps and see they’ve been logging marathon like numbers.
Like, I kind of think some see how far behind they are and literally walk in place in the middle of their living room until the very second the challenge ends just to make sure they’re declared the winner.
(Mostly) for real.
It makes for awkward water cooler talk…
Sometimes you’re the windshield
Sometimes you’re the bug.
I was the bug.
My birthday didn’t start out so wonderfully.
An asteroid came careening out of he sky and forcefully struck my windshield Tuesday morning.
The result? A giant crack. With several other peripheral knicks and cracks (seriously- what hit me!?). Apparently Will thinks they’re too deep to fix with a quick call to Safe Lite.
That means we’ll have to gift ourselves a new windshield! Woo hoo! What I’ve always wanted.
It definitely did not start my day off on the right foot.
Here goes (yet another) a crazy confession:
I totally love the Air One morning radio show hosts Eric and Mandy.
They have this beautiful friendly chemistry and humor and are so relatable.
So when Eric left the show a few months ago, I was sad! They get me to work and I always enjoy their banter with each passing mile.
Eric can’t leave! What’s Eric without Eric AND Mandy!?
In case you’re wondering, he’s just, Eric. Ha!
Anyway, this week Mandy announced her departure from the morning slot and that she is moving into the mid morning show instead.
The show I don’t listen to because I’m already at work.
Not gonna lie, I’m sad and am going to miss that goofy bird on my commute to work.
I’m sure the new guys will be ok, but they’re no Eric and Mandy.
What’s up, cupcake?
After the windshield incident and a crazy day at work, I was more than ready to be home and do absolutely nothing.
Except, that wasn’t the plan! I was home long enough to change clothes and head to the church for an event.
We rode with my parents and they were so sweet and surprised me with six beautiful giant assorted cupcakes.
My favorite in OKC.
Thankfully we got home a little early and I treated myself to
Hey, it doesn’t count on your birthday!
That’s it for today. Anything you care to share?