So I found out this afternoon that my son can crawl up on the hearth. He turned around and sat criss cross applesauce (I guess that is the politically correct way to say that sitting position now) and looked at me like, "What? This is how I always watch TV."
No, Son. No, it is not.
So anyway, that was a big first for me. Climbing.
Also, it is difficult (if not impossible) to work from home if someone cries each time you pick up your laptop.
I downloaded Insurgent today, but as I am currently re-reading Mr. Darcy's Diary (on the Kindle app, seeing as how I am currently addicted to e-books), it'll probably be next week before I get to it.
I have a hair appointment for Friday. This is great because 1. my hair is a bit long right now and 2. fluorescent lights do not have the same lightening effect on hair as they do on colored paper. (If you work in an office, that's an experiment you should try sometime if you have not.) Fortunately, my hair is a shade that my roots don't show all that much. At least that is what my stylist tells me, and I choose to believe her. I will probably ask her another annoying question about dry shampoo. Standby for an update next week.
My car is in the shop. I'm driving a practically brand-new one. The new car smell is incredibly tempting. But I love my current car. It's probably the best car I've ever owned. I don't want a new one. Statements like this make me feel very mature and responsible, which is funny since I just ate icing from a can as a snack. Please tell me you do this too.
Such a riveting life I lead. Happy Wednesday to you, friends.