shhhh...
Keep your voices down, because it's 8:30 in the morning and not really a "lunch break post," but I just needed to chat for a second. And, knowing me and my guilty conscience, I'll wind up shaving 15 minutes off my lunch break or staying an extra 15 or something at the end of the day, just to make up for sneaking a little posting time right now.
So... hubs is currently in flight somewhere over Kentucky right now (educated guess, not a fully informed placement of his plane in the air) on a quick business trip that took him out of bed at 4am and out of our apartment at 5am. I got up to tell him how cute he looked in his suit and shower him with kisses and tell him to not take off his wedding ring, ever, because that's his "girl repellent" and all that weird and quirky wife stuff that I do all the time because I am, in fact, a very weird and quirky wife. Then I locked up the door and set the burgular alarm and crawled back into our bed with the mind that I was going to go back to sleep until 7:30 when I had to get up and get ready for work. But I discovered something. Just 8 1/2 months of marriage behind us, and I now cannot sleep without him next to me. Especially without him in the apartment. Suddenly I was tossing and turning and subconsciously trying to find his foot with my foot. So I had to finally give up. Here I was, 5:15am, don't have to be at work until 8:30, wandering around our apartment trying to decide what to do. Go in to work really early? Yeah, I really don't love my job that much. Go to the gym and work out? Sure. Like that's gonna happen. So I just piddled around, read some, took my time getting ready and actually "styled" my hair somewhat (I have to admit a bit of satisfaction that my hair? Looks just the same as it would if I had just showered and scrunched it as I normally do. Why is this satisfying? Because I never have to worry about "styling" my hair again. It will turn out the same whatever I do).
I was early to work, anyway, with all the reading and "styling" and stuff, a good 15 minutes early (hmmm... there's where the made up time falls, I don't have to shave my lunch break or leave late! Yay!)
Tonight. Commences. Utter. Silliness.
As promised in the previous post, I will give you more background information on tonight's slumber party. I have these two friends, Bethany and Mindy, who have been friends of mine since, well, basically around 3rd grade. For those of you who aren't good at math, I'm not either. But, I think that works itself out to we've been friends for over 2/3 of my life. And as kids/teenagers/college students, we used to get together, eat a ton of chocolate, watch movies, talk about boys, paint each others tonails, and have the most rockinest slumber parties in the entire United States of America (disclaimer: might be a slight exaggeration).
Then we all got married. And Bethany moved to Nebraska (seriously, who moves to Nebraska?) and I moved to Dallas, and Mindy stayed where she was but we just pretty much abandoned her. Then Bethany moved to Dallas (yay!). Then Bethany and I discovered that tonight both of our husbands would be out of town. Then Bethany remembered that Mindy was slated to come down tomorrow to spend the weekend here. Then the plan formed.
So, I'm heading over to Bethany's, Mindy's coming down a day early, all the husbands are happy at their respective destinations. Let. The. Party. Commence. I'll give you the after report, but I'll give you some snippets of preparation. Double chocolate brownies, my favorite season of Friends on DVD, a bunch of extra girl movies, hubs' pajama pants and large t-shirt because my best friends? Still don't completely take away the missing of hubs and wanting to wear his pajama pants so I can think about him and feel close to him while he's gone (also, they're the most comfortable article of clothing in our entire apartment).
While things have changed (we're putting three kids in bed at 8pm before we can really start the party, that's new!), we're so excited to take a little trip down memory lane and enjoy catching up and giggling and all the girl talk and fun times that can be had in one night.
So... hubs is currently in flight somewhere over Kentucky right now (educated guess, not a fully informed placement of his plane in the air) on a quick business trip that took him out of bed at 4am and out of our apartment at 5am. I got up to tell him how cute he looked in his suit and shower him with kisses and tell him to not take off his wedding ring, ever, because that's his "girl repellent" and all that weird and quirky wife stuff that I do all the time because I am, in fact, a very weird and quirky wife. Then I locked up the door and set the burgular alarm and crawled back into our bed with the mind that I was going to go back to sleep until 7:30 when I had to get up and get ready for work. But I discovered something. Just 8 1/2 months of marriage behind us, and I now cannot sleep without him next to me. Especially without him in the apartment. Suddenly I was tossing and turning and subconsciously trying to find his foot with my foot. So I had to finally give up. Here I was, 5:15am, don't have to be at work until 8:30, wandering around our apartment trying to decide what to do. Go in to work really early? Yeah, I really don't love my job that much. Go to the gym and work out? Sure. Like that's gonna happen. So I just piddled around, read some, took my time getting ready and actually "styled" my hair somewhat (I have to admit a bit of satisfaction that my hair? Looks just the same as it would if I had just showered and scrunched it as I normally do. Why is this satisfying? Because I never have to worry about "styling" my hair again. It will turn out the same whatever I do).
I was early to work, anyway, with all the reading and "styling" and stuff, a good 15 minutes early (hmmm... there's where the made up time falls, I don't have to shave my lunch break or leave late! Yay!)
Tonight. Commences. Utter. Silliness.
As promised in the previous post, I will give you more background information on tonight's slumber party. I have these two friends, Bethany and Mindy, who have been friends of mine since, well, basically around 3rd grade. For those of you who aren't good at math, I'm not either. But, I think that works itself out to we've been friends for over 2/3 of my life. And as kids/teenagers/college students, we used to get together, eat a ton of chocolate, watch movies, talk about boys, paint each others tonails, and have the most rockinest slumber parties in the entire United States of America (disclaimer: might be a slight exaggeration).
Then we all got married. And Bethany moved to Nebraska (seriously, who moves to Nebraska?) and I moved to Dallas, and Mindy stayed where she was but we just pretty much abandoned her. Then Bethany moved to Dallas (yay!). Then Bethany and I discovered that tonight both of our husbands would be out of town. Then Bethany remembered that Mindy was slated to come down tomorrow to spend the weekend here. Then the plan formed.
So, I'm heading over to Bethany's, Mindy's coming down a day early, all the husbands are happy at their respective destinations. Let. The. Party. Commence. I'll give you the after report, but I'll give you some snippets of preparation. Double chocolate brownies, my favorite season of Friends on DVD, a bunch of extra girl movies, hubs' pajama pants and large t-shirt because my best friends? Still don't completely take away the missing of hubs and wanting to wear his pajama pants so I can think about him and feel close to him while he's gone (also, they're the most comfortable article of clothing in our entire apartment).
While things have changed (we're putting three kids in bed at 8pm before we can really start the party, that's new!), we're so excited to take a little trip down memory lane and enjoy catching up and giggling and all the girl talk and fun times that can be had in one night.
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