We went out to dinner. Italian. Pizza. Italian sausage, bacon, feta, mushrooms, and pesto. The girls both wanted the tumor peice with the big bubble in the dough.
We got a sauvignon blanc. I forgot how much l love that citrusy kick. After supper we ran up to the grocery store for a few things. We bought a cheaper version of this wine. It stinks. Rule of thumb...just get the wine you like in the first place. This cheap stuff tastes like old cider vinegar.
I also came to the realization this evening that I say "what the hell" a lot. and not just for the bad stuff. I'll say it in surprise. I'll say it when I'm ticked off. I'll say it when i'm stumped. It's like my catchall. And then, if i'm around the girls I'll say "what the..." instead. that's not really so great either because then olivia will say "what the." It's hard to explain why a third grader should not be walking around uttering "what the!" Ah well, I guess it could be worse.
I was thinking about that because I had been wishing I shared a bit more with what goes on inside my head here. Then I realized that the problem is I don't really have a very serene personality. If you know me in person, you'd know exactly what I mean. I'm loud and kind of brash. I don't have any feelings halfway. When I'm happy I do dances in the middle of Target. When I'm mad I tend to be a bit "fried green tomatoes" and consider the costs of just rearending the culprit. And yes, when pregnant, I did once yell across a restaurant at a lady who was being extremely passive agressive towards us. And when I laugh it is loud. really loud. Or weezy like Mutly, which is just as ridiculous.
I have no idea what the point is here, except to say that sometimes this space doesn't feel quite big enough for my thougts. I need something along the lines of the Price is Right.