Friday, August 7, 2009

Keeping It Real on a Friday Night

It is August 7th.
I am wearing a hooded sweatshirt and these tres chic socks.
I have been cooped up with sick kids for nearly 3 weeks running - with some work in between, just to liven things up.

My fondness for sweets has grown exponentially over the past few weeks, and I'm not sure why. I should probably get a grip on that one of these days.

The highlight of my day was not dispensing 87 doses of medicine or coaxing a constipated 4 year old to keep trying.

My highlight was kissing too-warm cheeks and cheering for Ruby for doing her business like a big girl. (And it was her idea!)

I know, that's more than one highlight, but I cannot be convinced to correct it right now.

My other highlight was making a yummy dinner, from the garden.

Cory and I both have potent garlic breath and I don't really give a darn. I could think of worse in the area of breath odors.

To celebrate our healthy dinner, we drove over to the DQ drive-thru. I decided on the chocolate-dipped waffle bowl hot fudge sundae, hold the whipped cream, with twist ice cream.

A reasonable choice, no?

And if all of this wasn't already too much honesty for this faux-August Friday night, I'll leave you with this: I wore the socks to DQ - with no shoes.