The other day at the evil store I hate to admit that I shopped at, Jenn and I needed some new Rubbermaid tubs (We use them as luggage) and hark!! What did I see but a beautiful PINK one. Well, several beautiful pink ones, buried in the middle of blue ones. Poor Jenn, I made her dig them out. Have you ever tried to pull apart a large stack of new tubs like that?? Not easy.
I laughed at her, but she wouldn’t let me help, or didn’t like the way I helped or something.
Sara sent me a beautious set of mismatched sockies and I wore them to my ultrasound, IUI, and Clomid check. Without washing them. Don’t say ick to me, football players go whole seasons without washing their underwear. I can wear the same pair of socks 3 times for less than a total of 45 minutes and not get icky feet.
Seen here on ultrasound day.
Last night Jenn was walking up the stairs and said “Look what came in the mail today!” It was the New Holland fair booklet telling us all the rules and whatnots for their different competitions. I said “OH OH OH I wanna bake cookies!!!” Jenn said “You say that every year.” To which I replied “Well, this year I’m going to do it, maybe if I win a blue ribbon they’ll give me a baby.” And promptly started bawling. I couldn’t stop. What a silly thing to respond and what a silly thing to not be able to stop crying over. But honestly, in that moment, inside my head it was like that was the whole reason that we don’t have a baby. Because I didn’t enter my Grandma’s tomato soup cookies into the fair. Sigh. I’m crazy. (Yes, I am, but its okay, I like to be somewhat crazy)
I know I had more random thoughts to ramble on about, but I don’t remember what they were so ya’ll are gonna have to wait for another day to hear me ramble. xxoo