I’m heading to Colorado next week with Better TV, so the plan Saturday morning was to go shopping and pull together my wardrobe for all five segments.
Instead, I got distracted by wallets.
I have a thing for zip-arounds, you see, and my current wallet is an overstuffed disaster zone. Sure, I could just clean it out…but honestly, I feel like given my Costanza Tendencies, I should really just own one that’s the size of a basketball. Anyway, I found both of these pretty things at T.J. Maxx, couldn’t figure out whether to go for classic navy or fun purple-with-studs, Instagram-sourced to see which one you guys thought I should choose…and then you couldn’t decide either: the vote was split perfectly down the middle. So I got all paralyzed by indecision and left without buying either.
Next time.
We spent Saturday night in the company of friends, pizza, Blue Moons, and assorted babies, and it was a big old party until approximately 8PM, when every single child present had a simultaneous meltdown and it was time to call it a night.
Pizza + friends + bed by 10…plus a son who was so tuckered by all the fun that he slept until EIGHT FORTY-FIVE the next day?! (Just so you’re aware, that is not something that happens. Ever. Like, ever in history to any child ever.)
My kind of Saturday.
Easter basically went like this.
The only part that wasn’t a particularly big hit: the bunny ears. We gave it a shot, but I think there might have been a little association with last weekend’s traumatic event going on, so: not happening.
Later on, we had dinner with my parents and had a post-bathtime bonding session with their cats…
And then, on the ride home, Kendrick gave me my very own Easter Basket. I haven’t had an Easter Basket in, oh…twenty years or so, so as you can imagine, I was kind of excited.
And then I opened it.
OH MY GOD.
It’s like a perfect storm of pop culture references that get me aflutter.
