Scott is in San Francisco. I am bored at night.
I began to revisit old blog posts (the interesting ones from before I birthed the two greatest human beings ever created) and I found this one. Number 8 has come back to haunt me. Also, number 4 says a lot about how much money we had (or didn't have) while living in San Francisco.
WEDNESDAY, SEPTEMBER 17, 2008
1. Eating from a bag of Red Vines in my office desk even though I'm a health coach and discourage people from doing this.
3. Hanging up my clothes so that they all face the same way.
4. Finding a replacement for the sushi magnet that keeps our medicine cabinet closed.
5. How much money I spend on fresh produce.
6. Frequently whistling "Maria" from West Side Story to the point of annoying my coworkers.
7. Doing my hair.
8. Visiting Texas.
9. Soda.
3 comments:
Ha hA hA!!! Visiting Texas?!!?!? That's AWESOME. At least you didn't write LIVING in Texas. That would be different, right?! If it makes you feel better, my brother married a Texan in 1990 and I had to wear a poofy light yellow bridesmaid's dress with a lacy doily collar. There was a red velvet cake in the shape of an alligator and the chapel was pepto bismal pink. Everywhere. But that wasn't in Austin. Houston. Houston's a lot different than Austin.
I was just telling sone one the other day about bus people. I miss it so.
I love that you're now Texas residents. Oh, karma..
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