Ice Cream is the best cure if You've got a stick up your butt:
Today was one of the most unproductive, lazy Saturdays in the history of lazy Saturdays . I had all of these high hopes of finishing the dresser I'm painting and working on photos, but all I wanted to do was SLEEP! When Conrad went down for his nap, I slept on the couch, except, Dustin kept waking me up every time he walked from our room to the office. He wasn't being loud really, he was just walking and every time his feet lifted off of the ground, it made that sound when you know it's time to mop. That sticky, nasty sound? So poor Dustin is tiptoeing and waking me up every 15 minutes, getting the "Oh-NO-you-didn't stare down each time he woke me up. By the time I finally woke up I was a pissy hot mess. I woke up in THE WORST mood. BUT Dustin reminded me of our Cold Stone gift card and decided that If i combed my greasy rat's nest out (his words) and put a bra on and some "real" clothes on (his words) and a little lipstick & blush, because I was looking like Powder (again, his words), I'd feel better Much better. Ice cream makes everything better right?!