On days like today, when I can't find anything to wear (most of my clothes are too big, and the rest are still too small), I wonder why I didn't go to medical school to become a doctor so that I could wear scrubs to work every day. And then I remember my paralyzing fear of needles/blood/all things biological, and the world makes perfect sense again.
I've only been to two of Micah's softball games. They won both times. Who else thinks that I'm the common denominator here? :)
I had a dream last night that I was pregnant, and it was the best feeling. It's an impossibility at this point, y'all, so don't get any clever ideas... (ahem, family).
I'm insanely excited that my sweet sister-in-law, Faith, finally started a blog, which you can check out here! If you don't know, this is the sister-in-law who was one of my very best friends growing up, who ended up falling in love with my brother, marrying him, and making the most perfect little girl the world has ever seen. I swear I'm not biased. Check it.
I told you so. Anyway, Faith is gorgeous, brilliant, funny, and one of the most altogether lovely people I've ever known. She and my brother are about to do some fun, exciting things in their lives, and I'm excited to see her blog about all of it!
In other news, there is a teensy tiny chance that I'll get to go to London for work here in the next month or so. Most likely I won't, but since I've wanted to go to England my entire life, I can't quite give up hope yet. Whether or not my undying love for all things British stems from Harry Potter is subject to debate...
... but my guess is that it does. :)
Alright, y'all... time to get with it. Hope you all have a fabulous Tuesday!