I just got back from
that money sucking place Target. Someone stopped to compliment me on my Tiara. Oh, the look on her face didn’t bother me. She was just jealous of the gloriousness.
Yesterday and today, I’ve been rockin my tiara collection. I’ve paid bills, caught up on laundry, worked in the yard, demolished the stacks that had taken over my office. I am on fiyah! This is the upside to the first part of school. Things get done. This honeymoon period lasts a couple of weeks so I’m taking full advantage. It’s amazing how much better you feel once you get a few things off your list. Or in my case, it is amazing how much better you feel when you are doing said things while listening to your hot boyfriend, Adam, sing to you at full volume. Add in the dancing and I’m getting a workout too? Who knew the magical powers of the tiara? You. Must. Get. One.
Remember how I was looking for a light and fluffy book to read? Preferably one that was funny? Yeah, that didn’t work. Instead, I read The Quiet Man. It wasn’t horrible. It wasn’t particularly interesting either unless you are rather warped, like I am, and think that some books say more about their author than their subject matter.
Still in search of the light and fluffy.
I’m getting ready to head to the post office. Of course, with my tiara! Duh! Sending a box to my friend, G. She’s having a tough go of it as her mom is battling an incurable cancer. I did that for a year so I know just how much it sucks. Like me, she’s also a hockey fan and avid knitter so it’s basically a mishmash box that I hope will make her smile. Never fear, I’ve stuffed it with a well-known cure-all, Chocolate Salted Caramels! Behold their yumminess. (oh, and just imagine them cut up and individually wrapped in shiny paper ’cause I sealed the box already)
Since I’m going to the post office, I’m also doing a box for my friend, Peter. He is once again deployed to parts unknown. He has one of those scary, secret jobs. He is an amazing, amazing man….brave, smart, funny, easy on the eyes…. All he ever requests when he heads off is for me to send RKT’s. No, that’s not a weapon. Brown butter rice crispy treats. I have a couple of batches cooling while I’m typing this. He was my reason for heading to Target this morning. Raiding the candy aisles to fill the rest of the box since some people DON’T LIKE CHOCOLATE! I do not understand this. We are friends anyway.
So, what’s up with you people this week? Anyone need a tiara?