I didn’t really feel like writing tonight, but since my levels of self-discipline are just so…depleted, I felt like a show of determination tonight might demonstrate to me that I’m not a complete weenie.
But I doubt it.
Today, I went to MOPS with O for the first time in over a year. And by “went to MOPS” I do mean that I dropped her off and fled for my life. I dearly love children but 19 two-year-olds can terrify even the most stony hearted. That is why God decided that even multiple births could only yield so many of the same age at the same time. I rest my case.
While she was doing the work of heroes, I ran to JoAnn’s. Bought a zipper. Enthralling, I know.
Then I got to vegetate for a bit at Starbucks, a retreat I have not visited since being home. After reading Les Mis for a little over an hour, I was kindly interrupted by an older Grecian man. He proceeded to entertain me with his iPhone pictures and Perry Como youtube songs for half an hour. He flies back to Greece on Friday. I hope he arrives safely with his cute little self.
Bearing a (un)salted caramel hot chocolate to the warrior (Starbucks does not carry the salt topping in the off season), I returned to fetch the unsung heroes of the day. Along with my sister, Jess’s younger sister was also one of the few and the brave.
When I got back home, I put the zipper to good use and finished my sister’s Christmas present. Yes. I know it’s January already. Please don’t rub it in.
I made her a clutch out of an old book, and it turned out rather fetchingly if I do say so myself. She was pleased at any rate.
merely expostulating 