Your bed. On procrastination.

The other day, my girlfriends and I were talking about laundry.  Yes, that's right, laundry.  Our conversation went a little like this: "How do you separate yours?  How do you get your husband to do a load?  What is your favorite way to procrastinate the folding process?  How in the world do you get the cow poop stains out of a pair of blue jeans?"  We could seriously go on and on.  No judging please!    

My loads of separation consist of darks, colors, whites, and of course, cow poop.  When you marry a country boy, you are pretty much guaranteed to have at least one load/week that consists of cow poop, hay particles, mud, and/or other miscellaneous animal fluids.  Again, no judging please.

However, don't be like me.  Do NOT procrastinate this much.  Procrastination to this extent shouldn't be legal.

This is your bed.

This is your bed on crack procrastination.

The sad part is that I'd already removed/folded two baskets out of this mess...and it was still covered.  Like I said, don't be like me ;)

Have a great week and remember; laundry folding goes much faster with a glass of merlot!  

Boots

The other evening, I stopped at our local grocery store on my way home from All Saints' Day Mass.  I was driving the hubby's pick-up, had just hopped out of the cab and was slowly making my way across the parking lot.

I was still half-way across the lot and attempting to text my good friend Katlyn and walk at the same time (aka asking for trouble), when I briefly glimpsed a tall, dark, boot-wearing individual strolling out of the grocery store doors.  Seeing as how I'm happily married to a wonderful man, I didn't pause to get a good look at this boot-wearing dude, and wasn't really paying attention, so I vaguely filed this individual as "Hm, cutie, whatev" in my head while sidestepping a random cart in the parking lot.  

Next thing I half-notice is a hassled looking lady toting an over-full cart and a toddler across the parking lot.  A bag fell out of the hassled lady's cart without her knowing it and the next, next thing I notice is  tall, dark, boot-wearing cutie picking up the hassled lady's bag, "Excuse me ma'am, I think you dropped this," he said, handing the bag back to her.  Still not really paying attention, I think "Oh look, he's nice too."  Then I do a double take.  Then I do a triple take.  I know those boots...I know that voice...I know that cutie-ness...Hey that's my husband!!!  He'd stopped at the grocery store after work to bring home some dinner.  

So nice to know I married such a tall, dark, handsome, boot-wearing, kind-hearted, wonderful man.  He's the bomb :)