My Hearts On Fire...

Guess who woke up at 6:20? This wouldn’t be so bad except we leave the house at 6:45. I scrambled around and got Benny and the kids sent off and then threw myself together.  I was running behind but I still managed to make it to work before 8.  That’s the benefit of getting to work way early; you can be late and still be on time. 

I was in such a hurry I had no time to find something to wear – I grabbed a little  sundress and threw a sweater over it…not real happy with that decision. I feel way casual.  And I’m wearing flipflops. They’re dressy flipflops, not the plastic ones, but still I feel weird wearing flipflops.

I’m almost done with M’s poem. I have never waited this long to have it done. I usually have everything in place by June, so it’s throwing me off. Honestly though, since I started my new job everything has been behind– I’m still trying to catch up.  But I’m going to finish it today and send it out. Thankful that I was able to devote some time to it last night and really give it the attention it deserves.

We went shopping last night too. Just me and M – that was our first shopping trip together. Grocery stores and WalMart don’t count as shopping to me – that’s just running errands. We had fun and she did pretty well. I got some interesting commentary while I was trying stuff on, I’m sure all the other shoppers enjoyed that.  She was especially loud about telling me which shirts showed my “brawl”.  By the time we hit the second store she was close to being done…but that fitting room had a huge bench in it, so she climbed up on “stage” and entertained everyone with her rendition of Justin Bieber’s song Baby.  Which is really funny because the only thing she sings is “Baaaaby, baaaaby  ohhhhh”. Over and over.  And I literally mean that is the only thing she sings, ever. She’s forgotten that any other song exists. Part of that is her absolute devotion to Justin Bieber and the undying belief that they will get married.

And I totally get that...I must have sang "giddy up oom poppa omm poppa mow mow" over a million times. Of course, I didn't want to marry any of the Oak Ridge Boys. Nope, I was saving my heart for a couple of the guys on my Dad's softball team.