I had tortilla chips and guacamole for dinner last night.
And then later grazed on veggies, turkey, cheese, and a scoop of peanut butter out of the jar.
Lets just rip that page out of the diet journal. Just one of those days.
Being the wonderful wife that I am (sense the sarcasm)...I didn't cook anything for dinner. Poor Michael got home...the scent of the guacamole I had been plowing through in the air, and he knew he was on his own for dinner.
The least I could do was run out and get the kid some chicken nuggets (his request..my husband eats like an 8 year old) from McD's. Every night is not like this...I promise. Well, I sort of promise.
As I was swinging through the drive through, an old Edwin McCain song came over the radio.
I was immediately taken back to high school. My BF would swing by my house in the mornings and pick me up on her way to school. We listened to this song so many times I can't even tell you. It was always a choice when I got in the car. Were we going to start the day with some country tunes, maybe a little Tim. Or some Faith? A sappy love song. Or a selection of songs that reminded us of the best Spring Break trip in the history of Spring Break trips. Then we would stop and get our two other friends. Most likely having to wait for one of them (She's reading this and she knows who she is :) ).
That was yesterday. I mean if I didn't know any better I would literally think that all happened like two weeks ago.
I just got an email about a 10 year high school class reunion. What class? That can't be my class...I haven't been out of high school for nearly 10 years.
Oh wait. Shoot.
Seriously. Not possible.