We had our first people-over-for-dinner-that-isn’t-pizza night last weekend and I spent the day being a sweaty, cleaning, chopping/dicing/slicing mess. Near the end the baby decided to be ridiculously demanding, never wanting to be put down and driving me bonkers. I had to let go of the fact that all of the laundry would be folded before people came over so I just shut the bedroom door. At least the food was warm? Mostly? Overall, nothing burned past recognition, everyone left fed, and we got to have a real conversation with real people while our babies were babies in the same room together. It was excellent.
Right now Kamel is on the floor yelling “AGUA!” at the baby while the baby screams back at him in delight.
I bought two new soaps from trader joes this weekend and I want to open them right now and start using them even though I am not done with my current soap. I keep looking at them on the counter and getting all excited. One of them is Triple Milled Verveine-Citron (I die for lemony goodness) and the other is Oatmeal exfoliant ginger almond… I mean, could anything BE more DELICIOUS all over my body?! NO IT COULD NOT!
I wore makeup to work yesterday and it was like I had finally put on pants or something. Someone actually said to me, “You have such a lovely glow today! You almost look dewey, it’s great.” I could have kissed her. Makeup is the last thing on my to do list in the morning. First it is everyone needs to shower and get fresh clothes. Second is food and teeth brushing. Third is hair (hair always comes before face), then shoes and lunches, and then! after everrrrything else in the whole world, maybe I’ll throw on some mascara. But yesterday I did it all… ok I did eye liner, nude shimmer eye shadow, mascara and lip gloss. That’s about as “I did it all” as I get. The effect was, “wow, maybe I should wear some freaking makeup once in a while…” (We’ll see about that.)
Do you ever look at people and think, “Wow… they are so put together. I wish I could be that put together.” I do all of the time. People who accessorize, who can do cat eye liquid liner on the regular, people who wear more than 3 types of shoes to work (you know, my black flats/nude flats/work appropriate tennis shoes rotation?). Anyways… they awe me. Are you one of these people? Can you please tell me your secrets. I’ll be over in the corner with my finger in my nose waiting for my cool gene to kick in. (Hint: It won’t.)
You know how every once in a while you’ll have that conversation with someone about how you’d survive the zombie apocalypse? Well… lately I’ve been thinking, what if we’re the zombies? I mean… someone’s gotta be the ones who succumb to the mystery virus or get caught off guard during the first wave, right? They actually end up being the the majority of the population right? So odds are… we won’t need all of our zombie apocalypse preparedness chatter. Is all I’m saying. Dinner