The house is quiet.. Bean is asleep.. I am alone in the living room sitting in the dark... a fire in the fireplace.. and football on the tv.
I can't find the remote. And by "find" what I really mean is that it is located somewhere out of my immediate reach.
At this very moment, outside of my slimy cleavage, I am feeling pretty good. We now are able to lay Bean down for sleep, she cries for usually around 3 minutes and then she is sleeping. That means that Traci and I can talk, watch a show, or cuddle in bed. It has been enjoyable. The house is starting to feel like home and we are settling in quite nicely.
You caught that about the slimy cleavage, didn't you? I should add that it is starting to itch, too.
This morning I stopped at the 7-11 for a cup of the worst coffee in town and decided to get a "delivered every day" (by what I am thinking is a semi truck that delivers shitty bakery to 7-11's daily) glazed donut. Like every good fat girl, I ate it as I was driving so no one in the office would know I had a glazed donut and didn't buy them one. So. I was eating it, driving, talking on my phone and putting my contacts in. That's a lie. I already had my glasses on. Anyways, as I was eating.. all the glaze fell down my shirt into my cleavage. I tried to get it out, but it was already melting. I got to work and got sucked into the craziness that was Monday morning... and I forgot about it. Until now, when I started itching and felt the melty glazed stickiness.
I would share it with Traci, but she is diabetic.
Oh. And Bean now has an aunt that is stepping forward and wants her.
Eff that.
I wonder if we have any marshmallows to roast?
It was nice to read a happy post. I'm glad things are settling in. A fire in the fireplace? Doesn't that make the house too hot? That's my number one no-no. No fires. Heat at 62, 64 max. Put on a sweater, is what I say 5 times a day as I sit there in short sleeves. How did this become about me? Huh, weird. :) See you tomorrow. Woah, is that for real? can't wait!
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