idle prattle plus
Right now I’m in bed before ten with a cat squashed under my left leg for the past twenty minutes yet she doesn’t seem interested in moving to a new spot and another cat cuddled on my right side with her tail wrapped around her body, covering her eyes.
PS my husband should add it to his daily gratitude list that I’m texting him, not calling him, down the hall in the dining room with requests that he come and see how adorable we are.
Sunday afternoon dreams come true (Taken with instagram)
Vegan pb&j banana bread (Taken with instagram)
Reminder (via trash I found in our car!) (Taken with instagram)
Clean Sink Before Bed: 001/365 (Taken with instagram)
This just happened. And for once it wasn’t the fault of myself or the cats.
Back to the drawing board (read: kitchen to make my husband the noob more popcorn). And then back to my current read, MWF Seeking BFF!
Me: Ummm this is decidedly not good for the birth control, Hisham…
Sham: Don’t worry—he’ll throw up on me soon.
(ps he didn’t…)
Thursday night in with V (Taken with instagram)
(watching an episode of White Collar last night)
me: HEY! That guy looks familiar.
Sham: DUH. He’s the coach on Make It Or Break It!
Shammy just brought this home for me—I guess someone doesn’t want his wife to sleep for 14 hours straight again?!
