Welcome to April. We survived March, and it was, as the name would indicate, a bit of a slog. But I'm here, I've had a pedicure and unearthed my favorite Birkenstocks, so let's get this party started.
Lots going on here. Saw Mom and my sister at the end of March - good to see both of them, but it was jam-packed with things to do, places to go, and people to see. I came home tired.
Work - well, they're making some staffing changes, and while I'm not negatively impacted, there are still changes. They've got me working on a member retention initiative, which is exciting, and a little scary. I still marvel that people think I'm capable of being responsible - I mean, I mostly am - but I still think of myself as a goofy kid. Granted, now old and graying - but still goofy.
We made a quick day trip to see my husband's family last Saturday. The visit was well worth doing, but I hate that Matt had to make the drive - because it was fraught. For me, it was the same route I had finished just days before, so the deja vu was strong.
You can pack a lot into a week, as it happens. Even more into two weeks.
But anyway, that's why I've been notably (or not) absent in the blogosphere of late.
Also, I got a haircut, which is awesome, and watched Judd Apatow's "The Bubble" which was not.
Now, I did think his daughter is a solid little actress, provided she was not playing herself, and I don't know... she might have been. But that's neither here nor there.
Now that we're easing into the weekend, I'm ready to take it easy. Except that I can't because, well - laundry, cleaning, groceries, laundry, dog hair. I should also exfoliate. The good news is -it should be warm enough over the weekend to open some windows and de-funk the place a little. The winter makes things a little stale inside. I also really need to wash some windows, but that's fun for another day, probably. I also need to scrub and polish the kitchen floor.
I used to think that being a grown-up was all about getting to eat cookie dough whenever I wanted. No so much, as it happens. More is the pity.
And honestly, that's all I have. Please enjoy this picture of my dog that my husband sent me while I was in Atlanta:
She's glad I'm home. And staying there for while. So am I.