It’s up to me. Joy or no? My choice. All mine. I know that I know that I know that joy is the right choice, but…I am tired. And I just scrubbed poo off the couch cushions. (poor Nina)
I’m skipping Cubbies tonight to speak to a small group of engaged gals about s-e-x. (I am thrilled with this opportunity, but I’ve been so wrapped up in this book thing that I haven’t planned a thing to say. Spirit, give me words!)
Frozen pizza for supper. Planned some scrumptious chicken tacos but couldn’t find/make time to cut up chicken this morning, and then it was too late. It needs to simmer all day.
I did find time to go to the mall with Gabe, Ava and Nina for lunch. We had coupons for free Chick-Fil-A sandwiches and Cokes. Add an order of waffle fries and an Auntie Anne’s pretzel, and we were set. The girls played at the Play Place for awhile and then we headed home to the bus stop.
I saw something at the mall that I was definitely going to blog about. I have no idea what it was.
Malls make me feel squirmy. I feel completely out of place.
I’m wearing a Grace College t-shirt. A lady stopped me and asked me if I went there. Every time I wear it, I get attention like that. What in the world? I didn’t know anyone around here had even heard of it. I should get a Cedarville t-shirt and see what happens.
Gabe is designing a hot pink and brown website. It’s cute. And so un-Gabe.
Livi and Ava are bouncing off the walls.
I need to go. Supper prep, you know! (taking pizzas out of plastic wrap = quite a task)
Thanks so much for your labor/delivery stories! I plugged them into the book already! (this book is giving me FITS.)
Was this blog even worth it? I submit that it was not.