Hey! Who ate all my Girl Scout cookies? Oh. Wait. I think it was me. In my defense, Thin Mints are practically bite-sized. So eating four cookies is really only like eating one cookie, right? Ugh. I didn’t think so. Good thing my mother-in-law comes over on Fridays to watch Quinn for a little while so I can go to the gym. I don’t even want to think about all the treadmill hours I will have to endure to sweat off those cookies.
It’s all the Girl Scouts’ fault. Those little sugar temptresses, looking all cute and adorable, peddling their thin minty goodness in front of the grocery store. I can’t resist. Maybe if they changed the name to “Fat Ass Mints” I wouldn’t eat so many. I thought Girl Scouts weren’t supposed to lie.
Here are the “R’s.”
In Monday’s QWA, Q refused to eat anything I cooked for him. He even rejected my awesome banana muffins.
On Tuesday, I ranted about people who think my son is a girl or has a girl’s name. If I watched Glee, I might have been prepared for this.
In this week’s Not-So-Wordy Wednesday, Q and I went to the zoo to check out the giraffes and really ugly hippo.
This week’s super awesome blogger referral is Lisa from The Mixed Up Brains of Lisa Weinstein. For the record, I don’t think her brains are mixed up. I think she’s an excellent writer with about a zillion great stories. Her recent post about the bat in their house is good one. Then there’s the one about the giant chipmunk and the one about the leprechaun. She was once the proud owner of a Chicago’s Greatest Hits CD (me too!) until it was stolen.
Lisa is pretty new to the blogosphere, and I’m so glad she joined us. (You may remember her as one of my Comment Goddesses from a few weeks ago.) Many of her posts are light-hearted and funny, while others are sentimental and sweet. Get all mixed up with Lisa this weekend. She’s like a good book you won’t want to put down.
I’m finally starting to get out and spend time with my friends more often. My wonderful group of mommy-friends try to have a girls’ night out once a month, and several of my friends have taken me out for my birthday lately. I’ve come a long way since the first time I went out without Quinn. I still don’t know how to carry a purse (I can’t remember what I used to keep in that), but I’ve (sort of) figured out how to put on some decent clothes that do not even remotely resemble yoga pants. But sometimes I still use a coupon.
Tune in next week!
In Monday’s QWA, you’ll see what the Easter Bunny brought Q. I’ll also tell you about, not one, but two sweet little bloggy awards I received recently. I love being part of such an incredible, supportive writing community!
Have a great weekend, friends!