It's rainy and cold. It's my Friday so I feel like I *should* be happy.
Mr. K and I were arguing about our laundry hamper (he believes he should only do laundry 1X/week even when his side of the divided hamper is overflowing out the top and we have a washer/dryer in our apartment) when I left for work this morning. I feel like our bedroom should not look like a college dorm room. That is what 13+ years of marriage can *sometimes* look like.
Sick. The air is filled with the smell of the most pungent smell of cologne. Barf. Maybe we need a new thread called, What do you smell? Could be interesting.
Sick. The air is filled with the smell of the most pungent smell of cologne. Barf. Maybe we need a new thread called, What do you smell? Could be interesting.
Spawn had a friend sleep over last night and said friend's parents are coming over to eat brunch before they take him home.
Tonight Mr. K and I are going to dinner at our favorite sushi place in Manhattan for an early birthday dinner for me. I will get to dress in a way that it doesn't look like I just crawled out of a dumpster, which makes me happy.
