I've been brunette for quite some time, although every once in a while I'll go blonde in the summer...or get highlights at the very least. But tonight, y'all? I had the biggest blonde moment I've had in a while, with the exception of yesterday when a friend and I were talking about Colin Firth being in a movie as a young adult, and then she said, "And, yep! There he was!" while looking out the glass door, so I turned around to see Colin Firth, who was (obviously) not there.
But I digress.
I made a pretty fantastic beef stew for dinner since temperatures are absolutely FRIGID around here. We're talking wind chills in the 20s and TEENS, and nothing makes me happier because it's the perfect cuddle weather. We won't talk about how I lack the cuddle aspect in life, but for all of you who DO have someone to cuddle, this one's for you. Anyway, beef stew. Right. Focus. I made this fantastic beef stew (without using wine because the boys can tell and think it's gross because they are not smart enough to know how great it is to use wine to cook and drink all at the same time) and decided to pop a few rolls from the freezer into the oven to sop up the sauce. Stew sauce, not wine-sauce...just so we're clear. Anyway, N and I ate our stew in front of the fireplace while I watched an episode of Code Black and he made comments every 13 seconds and I threatened him within an inch of his life. And once I was done with both stew and episode, I went back to my room to continue this behemoth of a paper due tomorrow. I looked down at the cuff of my shirt and saw a breadcrumb that obviously landed there while I was juggling two bowls and plates, so I absentmindedly popped it into my mouth.
IT WAS A SLIVER OF FIREWOOD.
I tried to spit it out, and it wouldn't come out of my mouth. So I spit a little more forcefully, and it came out and got stuck on my lip. That's about when I started yelling movie words (at my lip and the wood/breadcrumb), and suddenly felt a jabbing pain on the tip of my tongue. You guessed it...splinter. I swear...only me.
You'll be pleased to know that I removed the splinter and the "woodcrumb," but instead of going back to my paper, I decided to blog about it because I have my priorities straight. Besides, my blonde moments are way more interesting than this paper I have to write. The construction of this paper is making me realize I am not even close to ready for this final. Saturday should be fun!
Honestly, this paper has been a great distraction since I have been entirely too engrossed in my imagination these days. In fact, it's pretty much a dream crusher, so anytime I feel the need for a harsh dose of reality, I just ask myself how my paper is coming along.
It was so cold this morning that I opted to drive N to school. When I got back home, I found that my flannel sheets were still warm, so I crawled back into bed to brainstorm about what topic I would tackle next in my paper, but instead I decided falling asleep and having a weird "normal, every day life," dream about what would (later) happen in real life was a better idea. I dreamt about going to Starbucks and getting coffee that I ended up not drinking, then delivering a hot chocolate and stamps to a friend who is collecting them. The parts my dream left out: driving to her house, only to find she wasn't home, texting her to find out she was a few miles down the road, then heading that direction while text-yelling, DON'T GO ANYWHERE. I'M TRYYYYYYYING TO BRING YOU HOT CHOCOLATE!" So, basically, I used my psychotic tendencies to the best of my ability (not the first time this week) to meet her in the parking lot, where she waited for me because she gets it, so I could give her hot chocolate and a hug because she needed one. Because that's what friends (and baseball moms) are for.
Aubs
(**Edited to add: Approximately four hours later, I finished my paper. Is it what she wants? I have no idea. Did I go into too much detail? Probably. Do I care? Not really.)
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