One. WALKING DEAD FINALE SPOILERS HERE!! Holy crap. Went straight for the jugular! Literally! People on facebook seemed a little put off by that. Really? That’s where you draw the line? A woman dies in childbirth and is then eaten by zombies, an old man gets his head chopped off with a samurai sword, a little crazy girl is executed and THIS is just too much? The guy’s son is about to get raped so to save him he rips a murderer’s throat out with his teeth. I’m good with that. To quote Napoleon Dynamite "what the heck would YOU do in a situation like that?!"
Two. I’ve had a serious case of the weepies this past week. The crying didn’t end after the jigsaw world crisis Thursday. I went to my little cousin’s dance competition Saturday and found myself bawling over a bunch of girls I don’t know dancing to a mediocre father/daughter Cinderella song. Kaylen saw tears running down my face and said “what is WRONG with you?!” All I could say was “I don’t know! This isn’t even that great of a song! [sob sob]”. Stupid freaking hormones.
Three. Every case of the weepies needs some chocolate. Soooo I made an Oreo Pudding Pie. An unholy MESS to make but it’s so good it’s bad.
Four. We finally watched The Wolf of Wall Street this weekend. Boobs EVERYWHERE. Other than that it made me mad all over again that my Leo didn’t win the Oscar.
Five. Hahaha. Ours are never QUITE this bad:
Six. Birmingham has gone 169 consecutive days without hitting 80 degrees. For my
Seven. Look at him. Thinking he's human resting that head on MY pillow. You can really tell how, um, fluffy he is here:
Eight. I got tired of the "what do you want to eat I don't know it doesn't matter to me well it doesn't matter to me either" conversation EVERY Sunday with Mom, Dad and Kaylen so I made a jar with every restaurant in the area and each Sunday we'll pick one and that will be that. This week was Logan's. I'm crossing my fingers for Cheesecake Factory next week. =)
Nine. It kind of miffs me when the kids are laying next to me and they jump up and run to the door when they hear Chris coming home.
Ten. 8 months and 29 days until Disney. That's forever away!!