4. I don't cry. You know the scene in Alice in Wonderland- the Disney one, where Alice cries the room full of tears? You will never see that in my house. Ever.
5. I love it when my man has guy time. I think he should have it. I don't want him to go get pedicures with me, I want him to hunt and fish and grunt and
So, for a girl who never cries (refer to #4), I have cried buckets of tears in the past 4 days. Yesterday I cried twice. Once because I got my feelings hurt (really?! THAT never happens.) And the other time? One of the kids brushed something on one of the glass shelves in my kitchen, and knocked my prized turquoise refrigerator dishes off all the way to the floor, where they shattered into a gazillion (yes, that is a number) pieces. So I swept and cried. I know they are dishes, not people, and it is not rational. They were not just for looks, I did use them, but I was still sad. They remind me of my childhood in my grandparents home.
They were stacked like this:
On this shelf:
I love this skirt. I picked it up thrifting, and have been looking for a way to wear it. I also got the sweater while thrifting.