I’ve got a raging case of the Mondays. Heads up.
First things first: Hey, Mother Nature! You punk-butt string of expletives! You and your snow made me cancel my kid’s birthday party!
He was largely unaffected, but still. How could you?? I have two dozen cupcakes to try not to eat before Saturday.
We’re having a barnyard themed party this year and guess what his grandparents got him?
Those are baby ducks, you guys. An alive present. They are adorable.
Speaking of houses… (not that we were – but I want to now). Apparently “at” closing and “toward” closing mean two very different things. Unfortunately for us, that detail lay dormant for the past 5 1/2 weeks. We are supposed to close on Thursday; I have my doubts that will be happening. Hence my shaky emotional state and the title of this post.
Which brings me to comfort food. I made a roast.
A roast that bathes in an entire stick of butter. You should make it too. It’ll improve your emotional state, whatever it may be.