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I spy 10 things.

  1. There is a red potato on the desk next to me. I have no idea why.
  2. It's foggy outside this morning. I love fog.
  3. I need to clear the kitchen counters. There's stuff everywhere.
  4. I'm wearing the ugliest red and black flannel fleece. It's embarrassingly redneck. But I put it on every morning over my pajamas until I get dressed.
  5. My cup of coffee is half empty. Some may say half-full, but I'm a pessimist.
  6. There's a baby picture of Ethan on the corner of the desk. A cuter baby I've never seen. He was SO chubby.
  7. My nails need to be filled. I've kept my nails since the cruise last May. I just can't go back to my own... they're so sad. Having nice nails makes up for the days when my hair is a disaster and I feel fat.
  8. The pile I need to take to Goodwill sits by the back door... and gets a little bigger every day. I love clearing things out. Feels SO good.
  9. I need to take my snowman collection and put it away. I'm SO done with the snow. Time for Easter decor, don'tcha think?
  10. The clock says it's time to wake the kids up.

Happy Tuesday, friends.

Comments

  1. My hubby has a "redneck" fleece that he wears all the time. Neither of us like it, but it's just the right thickness for "chilly" weather so he wears it a lot in Texas. *LOL* (it never actually gets *cold* here...just "chilly")

    It is *sooooooo* time for Easter decor...yes..I think so too.

    M~
    Pink Paper Peppermints

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  2. Anonymous5:42 PM

    I have missed you lately so much.

    I like this list. :)

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