Did you miss me? Did you realize that I was gone?
I was crazy busy there for a minute.
I have no plans today. Zero. And it’s going to rain. So I am planning on spending some quality time with PJ, the hubs, junk food, and all of you. I cannot wait.
I will “briefly” explain my absence. Briefly is in “quotes” because I don’t know if I can actually accomplish that.
First, I had a HUGE DRESS DEBACLE. Much like the Great Recess Duty Debacle of 2011.
Our school had a big event last night and it’s sort of dressy. PJ is not allowed and neither is our Spirit Wear. I generally have to get my legs and toes out of hibernation.
So I went shopping and took my tutoring money (no Dave Ramsey issues here) and found a SUPERCUTEDRESS. But it was a tad too big. No problem. I have a tailor (because I am vertically challenged and he hems absolutely everything for me. Even jeans that say they come in short.) and I knew he would be able to take this dress in for me. After all, that’s his job.
Well . . . on Wednesday, I picked it up, paid the man $46 dollars (FORTY SIX DOLLARS!?!?) and brought it home. FORTY SIX DOLLARS?!
The SUPERCUTEDRESS is a little bit ruined. (insert sad face here)
The zipper on the side is no longer invisible. And it won’t lay flat. So my left side looks bumpy. Not smooth like my other side (or the right side, if you’d rather). And the spanx can’t handle it either. The zipper is just waffly, if that’s a word. Catty wompus, if you will.
I did some deep breathing exercises and tried on my two “go to” black dresses. I have alternated wearing these to this school event for the last ten years. Yes, that’s me. Don’t judge. I hate shopping.
Somehow, amongst of all my “walking“, I have shrunk. (?????) They don’t fit me anymore. Or, as my hubby stated, “You look like you are wearing a mumu.” Perfect. Just the look I was going for.
Next thing I knew, we were at the mall at 7:00 on a Wednesday. It was too late to go back to the tailor’s. Plus, I really don’t want to go back to the tailor’s. I like my little Russian tailor and I don’t want to hurt his feelings. Clearly, this is one for the hubby to handle while I wait in the car. Under the seat. With a hat, glasses, and a mustache on.
I tried on a GAZILLION dresses. I bought two. (Not in the Dave Ramsey plan, by the way) I treated my hubby to Ruby’s (I had a salad and french fries. Yep. If you can’t tell, I keep my life balanced) and then I cleaned my house until about 11:00.
Thursday, I had bible study. And then I cleaned the bathrooms until about 10:30.
Friday, a few of my friends who commute to school came over for a little pre-party before our big school event. We had a glass of wine, some appetizers, some chit chat, and then we got ready and went to the big event. And, people, that’s why I was cleaning. I’m not a nut (entirely). But when girls are coming over to use your bathrooms and guest bedroom for changing . . . I had to do something. The house had been a little neglected, what with all of the Housewives and the Bachelor and everything. The beauty of it is that now my house is clean so I can be guilt-free while I blog stalk and watch movies today.
You’re up to speed on my absence. Sort of.
I still have a story about how I rescued a boy this week (SAVED his life, if I do say so myself) and another about a chew toy incident in my classroom. But I’ll save those. I also have a couple about how I had to have a sub twice this week – school-related that will be sort of fun to talk about. But I’ll save those, too.
Sorry about all the clicking. I wish they were in one file for you, but they aren’t. And I could possibly try to do that for you, but I’d rather eat these cinnamon rolls and drink my coffee while coming around to visit all of you. Surely you understand.
P.S. The hubs helped me clean AND it was his idea to go to the mall. I am really spoiled. Maybe I’ll wear those jeans that stretch out today . . .