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My sister Sara came over last night to hang out and eat food.  Lots of food was eaten by yours truly.  More importantly, Buster got some playtime with his new BFF Otis, who admittedly is not too sure about Buster.

Do you watch The Voice?  My mom HATES RaeLynn from Blake’s team, so she was super relieved when (SPOILER ALERT!) RaeLynn was sent packing last night.  Here are some of my mom’s various thoughts on her, all via text message:

  • “Blake sent Jordis home instead of RaeLynn…I wish you could vote against someone.”
  • “She isn’t even on key.  I’ve seen better at high school talent shows.”
  • “There is hope!  RaeLynn is in the bottom two–maybe Blake will send her home?!  Probably not–she reminds him of a ‘young MIranda’.”
  • “RaeLynn is going home!”

I fell down the stairs on Monday night.  Hubs was behind me, and when my feet flew out from under me and my arms went up in the air, he thought I was joking around.  I wasn’t.  It was sort of like Scarlet takes a Tumble, except on un-carpeted stairs:

Usually when I fall and hurt myself, I go mute for about 30 seconds, because I need to compose myself and assess the damage.  Hubs usually flies into a panic and then yells at me when I don’t answer.  So that usually turns out really well.

Avengers is supposed to have a bigger opening weekend than Hunger Games did.

Everyone in my family, including my minister-brother-in-law AND my mom AND all my sisters, has read Hunger Games now, except for hubs.  Even my dad has seen the movie.  Please help me convince hubs that he’s missing out.  Mostly so I can talk to him about it for hours and hours on end.

Put A Fork In Me, I’m Done

Two of my coworkers will occasionally invite me out to lunch, but only when they’re going somewhere weird and they know I’ll say no, like to a Vietnamese place or a restaurant whose specialty is lamb kabobs…so I almost always decline.

Today they asked me if I wanted to go to Firehouse Subs.  I said sure.  They immediately backtracked, saying, “you really don’t have to” and “no pressure, really, it’s cool”.


WTF.  I said yes.

Instead I went to Panera by myself and got some broccoli cheddar soup and a tuna salad sandwich, which are pretty much my Depressed Lunch, so if you ever see me eating it, you might want to ask me how my day is going.  Because it’s probably in the shitter.

AND THEN.  Just now, someone told me that our team’s happy hour tonight is cancelled.  Which is totally fine and doesn’t impact my Friday night plans at all, since they never invited me in the first place.

I give up.

An Embarrassment in Paris

In a couple of weeks, hubs and I will be trekking all the way to Europe with two of our bestest friends (note: they are not dating each other, they’re more like our children), and although I am crazy excited about the trip, I am having A LOT of pre-travel anxiety.  Every night is a different kind of nightmare:

  • I left for Europe 2 weeks too early
  • I went to the wrong city first
  • I forgot my passport, which wasn’t a problem getting INTO the continent, but now they won’t let me out
  • I forgot a suitcase and clothing of any kind
  • I neglected to pack until the day of, and then it took me 12 hours to fill my bag, one article of clothing at a time

No dreams about walking the streets of Paris naked…yet.

I’ve spent a lot of time over the past few months envisioning the most important part of the trip: what to wear.  Specifically, footwear.  I want to look cute, but not look like a tourist.  I want something comfortable without looking like I’m 28-going-on-80.  I want shoes that will keep my feet warm without taking up too much space in my suitcase.  So today at lunch I headed to DSW in a panic, where I found these:

Madden Girl Ecker Booties in Brown...ooh la la!

THEY ARE THE COMFIEST SHOES I HAVE EVER TRIED ON.  The top of these babies is padded like you would not believe.  The sole is flat enough to (hopefully) sustain hours of wandering on cobblestone streets.  They aren’t even fugly!  They’re not my typical style, but I’ll sacrifice some of my identity for super comfy kicks.  Maybe they’re even a little bit Katniss goes to Paris?  …maybe.

I am so relieved to have found something legit.  Best part?  Only $32.  Holla!

The boys have been under strict instructions for the past few months to find shoes that do not scream “I AM AN AMERICAN, PLEASE PICK MY POCKET!”  So less of this:

And more of this:

It’s been really hard for them.  But I think we’re all going to be okay.  Just don’t tell hubs that Kate Middleton wears big fat American running shoes when she plays field hockey.  He’ll never forgive me for making him wear Converse.

Three cheers for culturally appropriate leisure shoes!