So yes, our 12th wedding anniversary came and went. The Caveman frolicked around Central Park in NYC (he claims he’s working, whatev) while I stayed here single parenting…with another cold no less. C’est la vie.
Highlights by the numbers:
Batches of popcorn made and consumed: 2
Batches of cookies baked: 1
Pots of soup made: 3
Pots of soup spilled all over the kitchen floor: 1
Trips to Justice for the girl chicks: 1
Trips to Target w/whining girl chicks in tow: 1
Hours of ice skating with said girl chicks: 2
Miles of running: 0
Hours of swimming w/the GC’s: 1
Nyquil nights: 1
Boxes of Kleenex used: 1
Cups of green tea with honey: 4
Bootstravaganza
I’ve noticed around the blogosphere that boots are all the rage lately. Jill was deliberating between two pairs. Laurie was contemplating some Wellies. I know I’ve seen others too. Well they’re not alone. With all of my runnbatical-induced freetime, I’ve been partaking of a little retail therapy myself:
