Hello friends! I hope you're all enjoying the long weekend. You certainly deserve it. A huge thank you to those of you who have served our country, are currently serving it or have a family member serving. I can't even begin to tell you how much I appreciate you.
And now onto this weeks lessons.
1. Ain't nothing like a 3 day weekend to make a girl happy!
2. By now y'all know I'm completely disinterested in all thing domestic, so this one is definitely new for me. I finally get why people say cleaning the house is therapeutic. That's not to say I'm going to make a habit of it, but I get it. May has basically sucked ass in the Kerns house. Between Poochie being sick, the warranty expiring on our car and then the AC going out two weeks later (cha ching), not feeling well etc. etc. etc., this month has pretty much thrown me for a loop. I get paid to plan, to organize, to maintain order. People joke that I have OCD. Well let me tell you when a control freak like me feels out of control all that's left to do is create order wherever possible, even if that means cleaning the house. Dar and I literally turned the house upside down yesterday and it felt amazing.
3. Getting a manicure/pedicure on your lunch hour is a terrible idea. I went on Monday, but didn't have time for my nails or toes to dry so before I even made it back to the office they were all jacked up. There goes $50 and even worse, I'm not going around with bare nails/toenails. I really need to learn how to DIY.
4. I haven't felt like blogging this week, so I haven't. I love Brass Honey, and I love you guys, but I also love that I'm ok with not posting when I don't feel like it. I use to feel this crazy self induced pressure to get something out every couple of days. I'm so glad that pressure is gone. With that said, when you host a linkup, you absolutely have to post, even if you don't feel like it :)
5. If you keep something long enough it will come back in style. I bought these (in red) today and I'm pretty sure I had the same pair in high school. If I had a dollar for every time I'd wished I'd had something I tossed out a decade or more ago.