Microscopic paperwork bullshit delays closing date on townhouse AGAIN. If I only knew whose desk upon which to shit.
Had a fun playdate today at The Treehouse in Lake Zurich. The highlight for me was when my son brought me the old Band-Aid that fell off his knee.
Uncomfortable and unexpected pregnancy symptoms have cropped up. Nothing serious. Annoying.
I am fairly sure that everyone else in our building that was here when we bought the place has moved out. My jealousy is shameful.
We got an X-Box that looks like R2D2.
I am debating writing an angry expose on Lush Fresh Handmade Cosmetics...from the point of view of a former employee. Part of me hopes they see it. Another part knows they might see it and will very likely not give a shit.
Contact lenses are WAY better than glasses. After 20-some years of wearing glasses...trust.
Day's end finds me with many stains on my large tummy.
My nail polish chipped after ONE DAY. What the fuck.
Joan Holloway/Harris from Mad Men will forever be an idol of mine.
DOES ANYONE ELSE WATCH THAT DAMN SHOW?!?! I CANT TALK ABOUT IT WITH ANYONE JEEEEZ.