I’m still under the weather – but thankful that nobody else around here seems to be fazed by any sort of cold bug. I caught Country Strong last night on some cable network and it was so darn good I couldn’t stand it. I was completely shocked by both Gwyneth’s and Leighton’s songs. And I spent the whole two and a half hours swooning over Garrett Hedlund (whose name I’d never heard before last night.) There’s just something incredibly attractive about a country boy that can croon.
While on the topic of the good old tele, who else is just over the moon with excitement for the Downton Abbey Season 3 premiere tomorrow night?? I will be positively despondent if Mary and Matthew don’t tie the knot and I simply cannot wait to see how things unfold for the Bates’. (How is it that I feel like I know these people?)
While Honey and the baby did some work around the house, the PCP beat me fair and square in a marathon two hour plus game of Monopoly this morning. No offense to Candy Land and Chutes and Ladders, but I’m thrilled to finally have some real games to play. (That being said, Memory and Whack-a-Mole are still two of my all time favorites.)
Speaking of the PCP, last night he dazzled me with this little gem of what’s to come: “I can’t wait to be an uncle when aunchie’s baby hatches. I’m going to teach her how to wrestle and do ninja karate.” Love that he a) thinks he’s going to be an uncle and 2) calls the birthing “hatching”. Just a few more weeks…
Have y’all seen this floating around on Facebook? I seriously… SERIOUSLY… thought the year 2013 was eons away back when Daddy-O took us to see this movie at the good old Victory Drive cinemas. Eons away AND that I’d probably be in a nursing home by then. Hard to believe that day in the future was yesterday.
I pinned this chair this week and can’t get it out of my mind. Y’all know this girl loooooves some pink! These eyes are peeled for a junk store version I can remake. Gorgey!
Lastly, I want to ask y’all to send prayers to bestie Ron of Uptown Acorn. Complications from the flu he’s been battling have left him in ICU for the past two days. He’s one of the best friends a girl could ask for and I can’t wait for him to be back to his old self – I miss coffee tawk and our daily texts, emails and debriefs on matters of utmost importance (ie. cocktails, decor and crafts gone wrong.) Much love, Ron!!! xoxo
The sweetest four year old face I’ve ever seen just popped back in my room after I thought he was long gone for the night. I suppose I’ll have to lie down with him. Such a shame :-)