On the way ho me,

I was trying to come up with a way to talk Tobin into blogging for me.

It’s time for a guest post, yeah

?

Then my dreams were completely squashed when I remembered that he can’t type.

So here I sit, trying to think of something interesting

I can possibly tell you that you will actually want to read.

Like the fact that I baked A LOT today. (I surpassed my 91 cupcake record…) What I baked is a surprise, though, so…sorry. I’ll tell ya later. 

Or the fact that it’s 10 p.m. and I haven’t had dinner yet.

I may just skip it.

I’m so tired that I just want sleep.

Or that it’s September and almost time to put away the flip flops, and that makes me very, very sad. Almost depressed. I don’t whine about it too often, but I greatly dislike covering my toes.

Or that my daughter figured out how to use her slide tonight all by

herself. I heard it was cute, but I haven’ t seen her in ac

tion yet. Tomorrow.

Or that I’m really starting to look forward to vacation, minus the packing part. I always love seeing friends…it’ll be good.

Or that we have psycho raccoons living in our trees outside.

They throw acorns at us. Really.

Or that my manager at my new job swears that the place is haunted. Today I let my imagination take over and totally freaked myself out.

And I get to close two nights a week by. myself.

Ummm….

Yeah.

And with that, I think I’ve told you enough interesting facts about life.

For now. 😉

Thanks for reading.

I am so tired

I can hardly see straight.

(I really should have had that espresso tonight…) The eyelids are Drooooo. Py.

I have, literally, been staring at a blank computer screen for over an hour.

At one point I called a friend just to give me a diversion. That, and I wanted to talk to her. We had a great, 20-minute conversation, and then it was back to the computer screen, blank and all.

I hate uninspired nights.

I don’t want to tell you about all the things hanging on my walls or what I ate today.

I don’t want to pretend I’m a unicorn or make a list of my favorite pizza toppings. And I definitely don’t want to post about how many words I DON’ T have right now.

Ugh.

I could tell you about Maelie’s new swimming pool that’s still in the box

in the garage. We bought her one on clearance this past weekend, and it’s huge. (Well, huge for a one year-old.) Twelve feet across and 30″ deep. Helllloooooooooo, pool party at Tobin and Mel’s next summer! Seriously, I’m half tempted to break it out once we get the fence up, but I doubt the water would even warm up before it would be time to take the pool down. So…bummer. We’ll have to wait nine long months before it’s warm enough to use it.

I could tell you about my daughter’s new obsession with stairs and how she climbs our (very steep) flight like a pro.

With one of us behind her, of course.

😉 On Sunday, my husband let her explore the stairs in the sanctuary after church, and everyone was treated to a temper tantrum when it was time to leave those fun steps.

Today at the park she climbed them several times on a piece of playground equipment that I think needs more safety bars. Is it just me or does 14 months seem a bit young to be climbing so much

?

Maybe her mama is just wishing she didn’ t like i

t so much!

I could tell you how many shots of espresso go into each drink at Firefly, but truthfully, I’ m still trying to re

member that!

And I could tell you how quick I made it home from work tonight, but I won’t. I think my speedometer might be off a tad.

I could tell you all of these things, but I think I’ll just tell you…

That some nights there are no deep, profound things to share.

So I’m going to crash and dream about… well, definitely not being a unicorn.

Thanks for reading, friends.