|I'm not afraid.|
(*My favorite part at church was that mid-sermon someone opened the windows (because spring has finally arrived in Michigan!) prompting Brian to lean over and ask a freaking million times if I smelled Subway until I finally whispered back, "It's my new deodorant." (Totally not true, it was probably Subway, but it shut him up.)(Until four seconds later when we went back and forth exchanging possible names for Subway deodorant.)(I'm pretty sure I won with "Cold Cut Trio" because it offers three layers of protection.)
|Sorry, Babe, but my name just knocked yours the heck out.|
(**My favorite part of cleaning was that Brian committed to doing the yard work Sunday afternoon. This involved him cutting the grass and the kiddos emptying the garage of everything we own and strewing it about the neighborhood. I worked diligently inside until I found the kitchen counter. We went to bed exhausted and earned our deep slumber. Upon leaving the house this morning Brian discovered that not only did we leave the garage door open all night, but we also left the van in the driveway with the windows down and the keys in the ignition. Because we are responsible and take care of our stuff.)
So, in view of my uber busy weekend, here is a super short version of a Case of the Mondays post. I'm pretty sure it won't make any sense, but continuity makes me happy and this is my blog. So there.
Which leads me to...
|I'm pretty sure Eminem and Taylor Swift would never date, but I'd love to hear the breakup albums.|
"She tied Taylor Swift to Eminem? How does she do it?" Six degrees of Pinterest, y'all. Starting with Marshall, ending with Marshall. Full circle. Boom. Happy Monday.