Our weekend consisted of a full day cleaning the garage (well, Tod cleaning the garage), a still messy garage (Tod would tell you it's done), laundrylaundrylaundrylaundrylaundry, no sleep Friday night - Larry throwing up - dinner out, a lazy Sunday (aka an hour late for church), a new swimsuit for Tod, and a huge batch of chocolate chip cookies last night (whole wheat flour of course...doctor's orders!). I only had five.
|The suit I bought him was about two sizes two small. Which is a pain to exchange but also provided at least 20 minutes of pure entertainment. Check out the socks.|
|Really hugged his curves. You should've seen the front.|
|Finally folded it all...started blocking my view.|
And finally, and maybe most importantly, I realized today I may be mid-quarter life crisis. The thought occurred to me as I drove to Blockbuster to return Justin Bieber's "Never Say Never" while listening to my new Taylor Swift album.
Me: Hey, I rented a movie for us.
Tod: What is it?
Me: Ummmm a documentary about a singer who came from practically nothing and worked his way to the top...
Tod: Who's the singer.
Me: I think Justin Bieber (like I'd never said the name)?
Tod: [Went to bed...door shut. Didn't even want to hear the music]
Me: [Popped popcorn and enjoyed.]
Umm, we redboxed it so we only had it for a day. I watched it three times and blamed it on Drake because he was watching it with me.
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