one. Beach tonight after work. I'm
two. Chris and I finished season three of Game of Thrones Saturday night. Two words: Red. Wedding. Holy mother of pearl. Just...
three. This weekend, for the second time in a week I dreamed about home invasion only to wake up and realize we forgot to set the alarm the night before.
four. I had to sit at my desk yesterday with my pants unbuttoned. It might be time to retire those jeans until after baby gets here.
five. So last week a Mexican helicopter came across our borders and FIRED TWICE ON OUR BORDER PATROL. And what's been done about it? ....Nothing. Because they basically said "Oops, our bad". This blows my mind. But then again it doesn't since we've got chicken crap in the White House.
seven. I'm somewhat proud of myself. I've washed all the clothes, painted my toe-nails, packed everything last night and this morning, and STILL got Ten on Tuesday. [Pats self on back.]
eight. The cats know we're leaving...and they're pissed.
nine. Pregnancy has given me just enough irritability that I get smart back with people when they deserve it.
ten. If I don't "talk" to you before the holiday weekend, have a safe, sun filled, red, white, and blue, AWESOME 4th of July! Happy Independence Day!!