Mondays are the Blues

My. Pants. Don't. Fit.

That's as much as I want to talk about that.

It's not been a great Monday. Partly because it is Monday, partly because I overslept and mostly because good news was nowhere to be found today. It started off with my pants not fitting this morning and ended with getting sick. Again. The middle parts of the day flat out made me cry and scowl periodically. It's just not been a good day.

"Do everything without complaining or arguing, so that you may become blameless and pure, children of God without fault in a crooked and depraved generation, in which you shine like stars in the universe." -Philippians 2:14-15

I wish I could have this verse posted as a neon sign at my desk all day. And at home.

Other than the circus on Saturday the weekend was uneventful and full of much needed rest. I have been having issues with a nerve in my back lately, so laying around with a heating pad and a blanket watching movies was awesome. Sunday was Valentine's Day...We don't celebrate V-Day, never have. (Except the 1 year back in the day that K took me to Madame Butterfly @ The Fox. My. Word. I wore the biggest, tackiest gold earrings, EVER.) It kinda felt like we did celebrate this year though, unintentionally. We had breakfast in bed and laid around listening to our baby's heartbeat all morning. It was sweet.

...and now I feel like I am going to throw up again. Is anyone else watching The Bachelor? For those of you that aren't, be glad. The beast just came out in lingerie on national TV. Wow. Sorry for the interruption. That totally grossed me out.


I think it's time for snuggling with my pup and homemade milkshakes!

Until Next Time,
The Guff

-ps- When are girl scout cookie orders coming in? GAH!