Apparently I dropped some type of chocolate on the drivers seat on my way to my cousins baby shower. Unfortunately for me, it was a hot day and I was wearing white shorts. You can imagine the horror on my face when I realized the chocolate smearrrred all over, the next day. Oh yes, I pranced my chocolate pregnant booty all over that baby shower and it took me over 24 hours to realize it.
Last week I went out with a long shopping list and came back with absolutely nothing on that list. Our fridge may be empty, but at least our daughter will look adorable in the whale pajamas I bought her. :) Also, costco has the greatest food samples.
We met a future football or baseball star yesterday during church. The little boy sitting in front of us had quite the arm, we learned, as he threw everything his mom handed him at our faces. Pretty sure I laughed so hard I almost cried (and almost peed my pants, common occurrence these days.) Oh, and neither of us ended up with bruises or stitches.
Saturday night we decided to get out of the house and get some ice cream. We decided to use up our coupons, so we headed over to Yogurtland and piled our bowls high. The cashier was taking for-ev-er to type in our coupon code. The line was growing behind us, so the manager came over to help out our situation. That poor, poor cashier couldn’t figure out our coupon because it was for a completely different yogurt shop. Hellllo Alexa, read the fine print! (or I guess in this situation, the large Menchie’s logo covering half the coupon. Duh.)
Remember what I said about the nesting stage I was in? I take it all back. Today I can’t seem to get my bum off the couch and over to the sink full of dishes. How do we accumulate so many dishes in our sink on Sunday?