I thought I had slept in. I was wrong.
A little over a week ago the hubs went and bought a rug cleaner. Had to have it. HAD to. It’s still sitting in the box in my bedroom. When I complained about it he said “well why don’t you just tell everyone about it in your blog”! Done.
I’m convinced Carolina loses if I even glance at the tv screen. I glanced. Once. Sorry Tarheels. But way to go Virginia! As for you, Grayson Allen, you little pisher, you suck.
I’ve had weird dreams all week. Last night I dreamt that we moved to another house and still had this house. And I came back to check on it and my master bedroom was full of feral cats. THAT would be my nightmare. (I’m allergic)
I had the most amazing brisket nachos at Hillsborough BBQ Company yesterday. One bite in and I couldn’t speak. They were amazing. If you haven’t been there, go. Get the pork nachos or the brisket ones. Tell them I sent you. Then bring me an order to go. (They send them de-constructed on takeout orders which is brilliant)
Ok since I made fun of the hubs and his carpet cleaner, here’s what I bought. New bedding. But…I haven’t put it on the bed yet because I don’t want to mess it up. Like I’m waiting for a special occasion and I don’t know what that will be. I’ll let you know.
We drove past where we used to live a gazillion years ago in Durham. It felt so weird. We brought Taylor home from the hospital there. I remember I had her dressed in pink from head to toe and someone said “oh cute baby, what’d you have”?
I was scrolling through Instagram and my friend posted a picture of her table set for dinner. It was absolutely beautiful. And all I could think of was, no matter how many trips I make to Pier One or World Market, I will NEVER set a table that looks that good. Just flawlessly elegant.
I can’t dress for this weather. I leave the house in a warm sweater and four hours later I’m baking internally. My skin is hot to the touch. I used a bathroom in a store yesterday where the heat was set on 102. I was afraid to lock the door for fear that when I passed out from heat exhaustion no one would be able to get to me.
My dog is so ornery lately. He can’t hear so when he barks it’s extremely loud. He’s spoiled rotten, this I know. And every time I start to fuss at him for something the hubs will say ‘he’s like 92 years old Jackie, leave him alone. Are you going to yell at me like that when I’m 92”? And I said yes. I am.
If you pee on my rug…
The old man.
And there it sits. Cleaning carpet like crazy.
The old homestead. Look familiar Annie?