to my "girls only" playlist . only songs that would make boys roll their eyes allowed. like Coldplay. and Dixie Chicks. and 10,000 Maniacs. and Duran Duran. and the Cranberries. and John Mayer. only girls should listen to this playlist :)
wishing
i hadn't eaten that disgusting Uno pizza yesterday. oh my gawd - it was sooooooooooooooo bad. and awful too.
wishing
all those super-awesome, over-achieving school lunchbox uploads on instagram didn't make me feel so inadequate and just just just.... woeful. something is wrong with me: i have no desire to make hot dogs look like octopii or make boiled eggs square, so surely i am missing the gene that makes me maternal and my kids will, in therapy sessions forever more, blame their shortcomings on how ordinary their mom's lunchboxes were compared to every other kid's...? sigh. i hate the world and how ridiculously competitive over pointless stupid shit it all is: as long as there's a solid edible item and a liquid drinkable item that doesn't leak, that's where it should end.
wondering
if it's wrong to leave the house with deep conditioner in your hair.......?
wishing
i could sleep without having to toss and turn over stupid things like "what was Elvis' last day like?" once i'd looked it up i couldn't sleep wondering who on earth goes to the dentist at 10:30pm and plays racquetball at 4:30am. arghgghhh, unisom, save me from death by sleeplessness!!!
observing
that the world is divided into two groups of people: those who sob loudly when they read "Love You Forever" and those who roll their eyes (i'm an eye roller)
loving
Catfish. slightly addicted to Catfish, even ;) they (nearly) always end up staying friends. and i love that.
loving/hating
House Hunters Renovation: nothing makes me miss California less than seeing all those awful ugly un-reno-able ranches on busy streets with bars on the windows and saltillo tile floors and concrete backyards. dear California: we are never ever ever getting back together. like.... E-V-E-R
flashback to 2009 (and 2010 and 2011)
first ever Bertucci's pizza in Washington DC. the plate was right: it was love at first sniff
his mother's son (North End Boston, aged 4)
completely fascinating before we lived here... now that looks kinda warm :)
favorite statue ever - dear LOVE statue: don't ever get stolen (unless it's by me... then SHHHH!)
Sam aged exactly how old Danny is now (almost 9... duh: huuuuuuge red statue:)
his first day of kindy
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