Here's What

So what? Here's what.

You know those brownie pans they sell on TV? No? Hang on. These:

Who buys these? Nobody wants the edge. Nobody. Everyone knows that brownies are supposed to be mushy, chewy, warm and soft. Nobody wants the edge. Hang it up, brownie pan.

So What... 

If I'm barely squeezing in my jeans today. Blame it on the dryer....again...

If there's 3 loads of laundry folded and ready to be put away in baskets. Chamblee needed a new track to be built today. Priorities.

If I was asked recently if Chamblee & Jacob were twins. 1.5 years and 2 pounds apart? It seems legit.

If my 2.5 year old has more intellectual conversations with me than some adults I know.

If I stole a few swigs out of Cham's sippy cup today at the playground. Dude, it was 80-something degrees out there.

If I could sit in the yard and pick weeds. all. day. It's kind of addicting.

If K is filing Chamblee's nails right now. Seriously. He just asked me to pass him my nail file, and he's buffing away. I sure love that man.

If I put my sports bra on sideways this morning in the dark. And until 2:00 couldn't -for the life of me- figure out why one side didn't fit. I'm such a loser. 

If my baby girl is still awake at 9:38. She helped me make brownies after dinner... and it just didn't seem right to send her to bed without getting to eat one. They're cooling off. 

If I ate half a pint of ice cream during nap time today. Back off. I'm pregnant, didn't you hear?

Brownies are done. Time for bed. And just in time for Scandal.
:Update: It's a RERUN? Again? So what if I just threw an imaginary beer can at the TV.
Good. Night.

Until Next Time,
The Guff