A Fortunately Lovely Day

Unfortunately, today started earlier than anticipated.

Fortunately, RG fell back asleep while laying on me.  *bliss*

Unfortunately, she is a sweatbox when sleeping.

Fortunately, I don't mind at all.

Unfortunately, I had to go to the office today.

Fortunately, Daddy & Riley got to hang out while Mama was gone.

Unfortunately, RG decided to start to climb ALL OF THE STAIRS when Daddy stepped out of the room.

Fortunately, RG is chatty when she's feeling adventurous, so Daddy knew to come back in and supervise.

Unfortunately, there are no more unfortunately's today.  Because

Fortunately, its 64 degrees here.  You can say its only 18 (Celcius) if that makes you less jealous. 

Fortunately, the sun is shining and we're going on an out-of-doors adventure here shortly. 

Fortunately, my MIL had the brilliant idea of a plexi-glass baby gate, and so I can bring you these beautiful photographs to complete your Monday.

Her newest face she likes to pull.
We call it the Jaba.

Oh yes, this magic is happening right now.

We know.
We're already saving for braces.

In what ways are you fortunate today, friends?

<3 M.

Awkward Turtle

I offered to walk with an old professor of mine, to where he was going, before realizing that he was going to the bathroom.

When the hotel check-in clerk asked me if I'd like to join their rewards club, I declined, saying, "No, we don't have your hotels near my home."  You know.  Because people stay at hotels near their house all the time.

I've tripped, I've interrupted, I've strangely followed.  I'm sure things are not as, to over-use the word, awkward as they seem to me.  Honestly, no one else is paying as close attention to what I'm doing as I am.  But sometimes, I do something inappropriate and I'm half-expecting to see someone watching and then we'll make eye contact and they'll just...

Don't worry about me, I'm a professional,

TFW

You Can't HANDLE the Jorts!

Jorts (jort-s): Definition - Shorts made out of denim.  Specifically, denim shorts roughly shorn above the knee.

I do not have words for this experience.  I have only photos, and you may find some of them disturbing.  If you are uncertain about your capability, here is one photo for your viewing pleasure, and you can decide for yourself.

Forgive the perspective.
Let's just chalk it up to me being in shock.
And yes, that is Handsome's favorite belt.  He got it for my birthday.

If you feel up to it, please, there is much more waiting for you...

So Tired.

I. Am. So. Tired.  

My eyes are watering.  The left one was twitching yesterday.  Mornings are hard, especially because I didn't pre-pick my clothes for this week, despite how well it worked last week.  I know, its not logical; sometimes things just happen.  

And the drive is rough this week, because I'm the one doing it.  I've got a commuter buddy, although I use the term "buddy" loosely.  Lets just say its... how to put this... 

TOTALLY AWKWARD ALL THE TIME.  

Yeah, I think that about covers it.  Buddy played solitaire on Buddy's iPhone today while I drove the 41.8 miles home.  In near-silence.  After the first 8 minutes, Buddy stopped giving one-syllable responses to my attempts at conversation.  Did I mention this trip takes approx 63 minutes?  Of awkward silence.  The first few days of these shenanigans, I thought "people always like to talk about themselves, so I'll ask Buddy some questions."  It worked at first, but eventually, FAIL.  I can't really ask any more questions without crossing over into stalker territory.  I deal with this silence through self-reflection (Its okay, self, if Buddy doesn't like you.  Everyone doesn't have to like you.  Give Buddy some space.  Look how cute your skirt is today.  Wow, self, thats a lot of blisters on your feet.  Better choose some better shoes next time...) and so on.  

I also listen to the country music that I want to listen to, and drive with my windows down because I want to, even though Buddy said that country music is "meh" and seems more like the A/C type. Its not that selfish living is my goal.  I think on some level, I'm daring Buddy to speak to me, even if its in protest of something.  On the up-side, I think I'm going to net a savings of approx $260, so... I'll take it.  In case you wondered, that is apparently my price for un-enjoyable company.  Applications accepted within.

Finally, tomorrow is my Thursday-masquerading-as-Friday, as this is 4-day week.  I'm very excited to be done with this week and its slowness and its awkward drivings.  Next week is Buddy's turn to drive, and my turn to be a recluse in a social situation.  We also have some bestest friends coming down to visit and ride bicycles, which my tukus is not excited about, but it does make my heart happy :)  Tomorrow night, after getting re-certified for CPR because he's a hero, I'll finally get to see Handsome.  I don't think I saw him this morning (although we all know what a haze I'm in before 7AM,so maybe I did...), and so that would be Tuesday morning that I blew H. a smooch and headed out the door, and I haven't seen him since.  He misses me too, which is nice.  Usually I'm just overly needy and he puts up with me.  

So tomorrow, when I climb into JeepJeep (thats what I've decided to name my vehicle, for lack of a better imagination), I will focus on the fact that it is Friday, and I have my hot cofocolate, and on this:

I'm pretty sure its a weed.  I know it is growing rampant up between our gravel in the driveway.  Handsome has big plans to kill all unwelcome guests in our yard tomorrow, so this picture may be the only one I get.  Oh, and please call before coming over, for all of our sakes.

Apparently terrible at small talk,

TFW