It's official: tomorrow is my first day back to work. Am I looking forward to it? Yes. Am I dreading it? Yes. Right now as I type this, I am watching Aidan be unbelievably cute, something he does more and more each day... but I am also eager to hang out with adults, help other people, and earn a paycheck again. Because, you know, being broke? Le suck. But I am so, so going to miss my lil' peanut.
I bought a journal. I realized that what I post for you is maybe 1-2 percent of what my life encompasses, and some things are just not fit for publication, yo. So with the idea that only I read my journal - this could be tricky in a house that now contains children - I am reclaiming a bit of my teenagerhood and keeping a diary.
I started a Monday series, and once again, I am behind on it. This is not the first time this has happened. I realized that some of the stories from when I lived with Katie were actually much funnier if you were there when it happened. Maybe it's a deficit on my storytelling part, too, but I'm having a hard time really recapturing just how funny some of our hijinks were. So, this week's edition might be late.
Is this election OVER already? Sheesh.
Thanks to Kelly, every time I pass a Starbucks, I want to pull in and order a gallon of their salted caramel hot chocolate. It is seriously, sinfully, unbelievably yummy. And if you buy me one, well... there's no telling how far and wide my gratitude will reach.
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The Nutsy and Trigger story could be subject matter for you to write a little book for Aidan--Christian moral to it but also witty. I sense that's the kind of book he will want to read. (-:
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