they don't know what they're missing.
today's not half over, and i've done enough interesting stuff to keep social archeologists busy for years. and, thanks to the magical miracle of social media, i can share all of it with my friends. wait, that's too limiting. i can share it with...the world.
the good stuff, from the get-go:
mrs. spaceneedl says the dogs need to be let out to go pee. rolling out of bed...now!
since i'm going downstairs anyway, i'll take the laundry basket with me. chores starting early!
dogs let out. stop barking, dogs!
chose to do a dark load first, followed by a white load. i am the laundry decider!
dogs let back in. suppose i should feed them. poor hungry creatures!
whew. see? the day's not ten minutes old, and look how much excitement the world would've missed were it not for my ability to update my status instantaneously, spontaneously, anywhere, any time.
already wondering what you missed in the time it took me to type the last two sentences? i don't blame you! let's find out...
fed dogs. now they're waiting by the door to go outside to poop. good dogs. wait, kate, don't eat the poop!
need coffee. should i have the coconut macadamia nut, or the hazelnut caramel? can't decide!
remembered we have coconut milk in the fridge. so, went with the hazelnut caramel. i'm the coffee decider!
wife is up and around now, gearing up to walk the dogs. dogs are excited. more chances to poop!
walking to the village now. gives a whole new meaning to "go dogs, go!"
just so you know, i'm leaving out a bunch of stuff that, frankly, is none of your business. can you imagine the quantity (and quality!) of the content if i didn't have this awesome self-filter thing going on in my brain? for example, i'm completely omitting the post about picking up three bags of poop in the back yard, and the one about hosing some poop off one of my shoes. i just don't think you need to know about that sort of sh*t. sorry!
where was i?
dogs, laundry, poop, village...oh, right.
wife wants to shop at "vixen." note: it's not nearly as racy as it sounds. this is magnolia, after all!
wife playing the "retail therapy" card. where's my retail therapy card? i don't think we're playing from the same deck!
yes, dear, those jeans look very nice on you. what? they're on sale? you don't say!
funny thing about vixen: they carry nothing for men. i'll get nothing, and like it. aren't i a good sport?!
vixen trip complete. jeans, earrings, tank top: $178. great husband status: priceless!
once again, i've left out a bunch of excellent, post-worthy stuff here. the entire stop at the bakery, specifically, will remain undisclosed and up to your imagination. but trust me, it was scintillating. "hollywood wives" has nothing on "magnolia bakers and baristas." the whole place just pulses with hot, sweet, savory, fresh stuff that's none of your business. and it happens there every day, except mondays, when they're closed, probably because they need to rest up after all that hot monkey, um, bread.
so, go ahead, scoff at the social media all you want, scoffers. but this is the last time i let you peer in at the real-time reporting of breaking news, not to mention the intimate details of the dirty laundry you can't read about anywhere else.
probably.
