The realization that I have no flats that I like (and certainly no dress flats for work!) and I'll be living in flats for the next four months after Monday's foot surgery.
I have been so tired this week that I've been in kind of a confused stupor. It hasn't been pretty. And I'm not even sure I can identify what's normal, what's awkward and what's awesome, as a result.
I saw an empty orange plastic bag laying at the bottom of the stairs and asked Justus what came in it. He replied, "A phonebook. I ripped it." Yes, my son tears phonebooks when they come to my house. I have no explanation for it, but I find it hilariously awesome!
My husband takes really really really really really really good care of me.