Purfectly Me

Below is a note from my daughter I found next to my coffee machine this morning

To those who can’t read it, it says:

Dear Mom,

There is already water and a filter.

Just grind your beans and valah (voila) 

God she’s cute!

Why does the fashion industry tout women over 5′9″ as the epitome of beauty – but all the shoe stores only sell a wide selection of shoes up to size 9 and then you’re on your own? Do they really think that tall women have small feet? Are they not aware that if a 6′ woman had size 7 feet, she’d fall over?

Why, on cop shows, every time a person says the name of a new suspect does the person typing it in the computer knows exactly how to spell it?

This is the front my house:

This is the back of my house

This is the front of my house with comments

This is my back yard

This is my floor

This is my floor on drugs (or at least “on” the 70’s)

I’m taking the day off.

I haven’t had a day off, without guilt, in a long time.  I feel like every day I’m off, I should be working on my 2nd job, or doing yardwork, or cleaning the house, or taking Ally somewhere or, or, or….

I’m very sure I’m not the only one, and maybe I’ll actually do something later today but I am NOT going to feel like I have to.  I refuse. So there

That’s not what I came on here to say though – I came on to tell you all about my morning.

Ally came in and brought me coffee, from a pot she’d made herself.  She did a great job, ground the beans, filled the pot, etc etc and didn’t poison me in the process.  The cup she brought me was a little cold (apparently she’d made the pot while I was still asleep and had no idea when I’d be getting up) and a little too sweet, but other than that, YUM.   Then she snuggled with me for 10 minutes and talked about what she wanted to do today.

Bet your kid(s) aren’t as sweet as mine.