I am painting my family room yellow. I've got about five color swatches that I've been going back and forth on for more than a year; none of them are yellow. Then I found an unopened can of Pale Cowslip 2 in the garage, and in a fit of spontaneity, decided to slap it on the family room walls. I hope I don't regret it.
As a kid, I was so irritated by my dad's constantly turning off lights and complaining about the electric bill. It drove me crazy. The only bulb allowed to stay lit was the one hanging over our head. Guess what? I now spend my days walking from room to room turning off the freaking lights. It's unbelievable how my kids turn on every single lamp and overhead fixture in the house. And garage. And over the stove. My girls are like stealth ninjas, moving with speed and deadly silence through our home, switching on lights. And radios. And ceiling fans. They even leave the dryer door open, which means its interior light brightens up the lonely laundry room all day and all night, until I happen to wander in there to look for some clean socks and close the dryer door for the five-thousandth time.
You know what I'm craving? Chips and salsa. Salty, fresh tortilla chips. Delicious, fresh salsa.
Why do my kids have to doodle on my one and only notebook? They have hundreds, possibly thousands, of tablets, papers, coloring books, and cute journals, but each of my four children seem interested only in scrawling their graffiti across MY little notebook that I bought for keeping track of my shopping and to do lists.
Exactly one year ago today, I posted Harvest Decorations.
Quite possibly, chips and salsa taste better than being thin feels.
Dinner last night: beef stroganoff