Sweater: Nords; Shoes: so old, Macys; Pants: Citizens; Earrings: Jazzola
1. PMS and I should NOT be allowed to go grocery shopping together. This week, I planned my shopping list in my mind the cheapest way possible to save money for Black Friday and Thanksgiving trip expenses. I whittled everything down to only two things: green onions and parmesan cheese. What a cheap shopping trip! NOT. I spent like over $70 on mostly snacks. Ridiculous and disgusting. I talked to McKay on the phone and he cheered for what I was buying. Most of which sounds disgusting to me right now. And as I was walking down the ice cream aisle, I had a special moment with a fellow woman who was looking at ice cream too. As we both wheeled our carts from opposite ends, completely absorbed in selecting the perfect thing, we soon found ourselves trapped between an aisle display, the other's cart, and the freezer. Initially, I got annoyed. But then I thought about her, and our common (and maybe desperate) need for ice cream at that moment- and I just felt a sisterhood. A sisterhood brought together by hormones and a special understanding. So then I smiled and politely retreated. And then I snatched a Ben & Jerry's and headed to the check-out.
2. Don't you guys loooove knowing when i'm almost on my period every month? McKay would say that it is not "ladylike." In fact, this is something we are struggling with. Throughout marriage, I have naturally gotten more comfortable- and conflictingly, McKay has gotten a lot more proper. And lately, he has been scolding me. I hate scolds. I would rather be yelled at then politely reminded to be "ladylike." So awkward.
3. The other day while I was getting ready, McKay was standing next to me in the bathroom and we were talking about friends. We're at a weird time in our life- when we're young, but married, but immature, but we have a baby, etc. And "hanging out" is different...like oh, don't mind my baby screaming, but also laugh at our stupid jokes, but also...wanna talk about diapers and recipes...and Real Housewives? And clothes? And sports? And health insurance?...if you know what I mean. We just feel 17 and 45. But then McKay said something true. He said "you have all your friends on your blog." and I smiled...because it's true. Seriously you guys, I need this blog. I need you. I love your input and your advice and your stories and your comments. And I am serious. And Mckay was so right. So thank you. Now lets all move to the same state. kloveyoubye.
Etsy shop is now open!