Showing posts with label That's what you get for getting married. Show all posts
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A Bowl of Cherries

Every Monday, I subject you to a post about the Bills which I'm certain you find wildly exciting. In my defense, I try to make it all better by posting pictures of Trent Edwards. Sort of like dangling a shiny object in front of a baby or a new pair of shoes in front of a woman. ...Shoe shopping sounds like so much fun...

Thing is, even though my Bills won today, I don't feel like recounting the victory, so I will not be blogging about the Bills today. Did you fall out of your chair with shock?

I actually had a really productive day. I was so proud of myself. I made homemade clam chowder and bread bowls and didn't even avoid cleaning the kitchen when I was done. I got the weekly lesson plans all set for my kids. I went to church, took care of my kids, ran errands, cleaned and even watched my Bills and my Yankees. Such a lovely day. Tonight when I sat down at the computer and read some of my favorite blogs, I saw that the Boob Nazi had a productive day as well. Only she was productive while wearing a dress and heels and looking cute for her boyfriend, and I was productive in sweatpants yoga pants and a tank top covered up by a flannel shirt.

Matt's so lucky isn't he?