It's true. I try, but I just suck at it. Even now, I have to be honest. I wrote those first two sentences and got totally distracted by Vanderpump Rules. Don't judge. It's disgustingly addictive... So half an hour later I'm back and while I'd like to show you all the wild and crazy and terribly productive things I've been doing lately, what I've got is just this.
A picture of a potato.
Congratulations, Britt, your life is so boring you took a picture of the baked potato you dropped on the floor tonight. The sad thing? Total strangers commented on it on Instagram. So at least I'm not the only one.
And then right after I dropped that potato I realized that there was no milk for the baked potato soup already cooking on the stove. So what's a girl with no makeup, caterpillars on her forehead, hair in a wet bun, braless, with bleach stains on her most unflattering brown sweatpants and a blog post to write to do but ask her husband to run to the store for her? Right? I mean, the last time I asked him to do that for me was like, Thanksgiving! I NEVER ask him for stuff like that, but don't think he didn't bitch and moan like I was asking him to go have a full body wax. It was that dramatic. Good thing he ate half of a loaf of french bread on the drive back. Lest he starve or something...
In other news, I'm trying to get geared up for my trip to Disney with Mamala this weekend. We've been looking forward to it for a long time, and now that it's here I think I might be chemically unbalanced because I'm not nearly as excited as I should be. I think it just hasn't really clicked that we're taking a little mini vacation all of our own with no dramatic strings attached and that it's just gonna be good times and fatty food. Um yeah, paleo? See ya in a week, boo, cause this chick is having a corn dog from Disney whenever she feels like it. That's right, I said it.
Speaking of Paleo... I refuse to buy a scale because I would just check it every single time I pee or sneeze, hoping the number will magically decrease by 40. BUT I will say that I notice a difference in my pants. Not a huge deal, but good to see a little progress. And that is all I'm gonna say about that.
So happy Monday, peeps. I'll try to suck less at this blogging thing ;)
P.S. I washed my car for the first time EVER today. We bought it in October. And seriously, it was so covered with dirt, it didn't even look dirty from a few feet away. Just looked like a tan car. It's supposed to be white. Sad. And. Pathetic. But now it's sparkly, and smells like lemons inside, so it's all good. Goodbye scrub brush, see you in another four months.