I was feeling all lazy tonight and so I made chili dogs for dinner (I make them with the tofu hotdogs. Shut up. They’re good.) and Nathan’s whole face lit up! “Wow! That sounds great!”

It reminds me of the time I bought dried mashed potatoes at the store because they were only 99 cents for a big old can and I figured I could do something with them. One night I was in a rush and looking for a side dish and I whipped them up .Polly looked at me over dinner and said, “These are the best mashed potatoes you’ve ever made!” Here I’ve been scrubbing and peeling and boiling…

I have had my hair cut and colored for the first time in years, soaked in a bathtub with a bath bomb, bought some new clothes because all of mine were ruined from painting and cleaning the house that shall not be named, bought new clogs off of EBay, and started reading for fun more often. I still feel a bit off, but I am trying to feel better about myself.  The woman at the clothing store told me that I needed to be resized for a bra and I knew she was right, but after she’d flicked out the measuring tape like a whip from nowhere and trotted off to get me new bras she told me to try them on, bend over, and shake it like I worked for it. I was speechless and almost walked out of the store all together, but my Mom shook her head at me and pointed to the dressing room. I had a panic attack as I tried them on but I must admit, I look better with my breasts up a few notches and some clothes on that fit and aren’t stained.

I won’t even go on about the weather here because it ended up being a letdown with two kids hoping for snow that couldn’t be bothered to stick around. I want to know, what is the mysterious force that eats all of the scarves and hats and gloves every year, forcing me to go out and buy them over and over? At the end of the season I am going to lock them in a safe.