July 19, 2013 by Heather
Since it’s Friday, I thought we could pretend that we’re sitting on the couch here together drinking a cup of coffee and rambling about who knows what. Basically, solving the world’s problems while also nurturing our caffeine addiction and putting off laundry and other things. Win, win, win. Here’s what I’d tell you about.
Yesterday I went to the dermatologist to get a mole removed from the back of my leg. That’s got to be the least-sexiest sentence ever typed. I actually really hate the word mole and I get kind of uncomfortable even talking about it. Anyways, so this mole. It was one of those red ones (called a cherry angioma, come to find out) and I got really sick of having to swerve around it while shaving so I thought I’d get it taken off. I’ve knicked it quite a few times and it bleeds like cray cray. I found out that even if a mole doesn’t start off cancerous, if it is agitated on a fairly regular basis it can become that way. So bye-bye, moley.
I recently purchased this eyeliner in Dark Taupe Shimmer & Glitter. It is wonderful and I love it. I use it everyday, and since it’s waterproof it doesn’t wash off all the way at night, so I always look more awake than I actually am.
At the recommendation of a few friends, I also recently bought some lavender oil to use as a mosquito repellant on Parker and myself. We do smell a little bit like a bowl of salad – but if it works I will bathe in the stuff. And it does smell better than Off, but still quite nature-ish. Next thing you know I’ll stop shaving my armpits and wear only Earth tones. Get ready.
Andrew spent three hours last night installing a ceiling fan in our kitchen. Listen, it is the best thing ever. I will never turn it off.
I have been thinking a lot lately about things I wish I wouldn’t think a lot about. ??? Not bad things, like drugs and rock-n-roll, just like normal woman stuff I guess. Like, “I kind of hate my body, my face, and my hair.” Or, “What am I doing with my life? Or at least what will I do with my life after Parker and whoever else are in school??” And then, “Whaaaat? Parker and WHOEVER ELSE? He would love a sibling… And we do have another bedroom… And all the stuff… And I know how to brrreastfeed… Crap, but my jeans still don’t fit and my scar still hurts and I just don’t know if I can do it again.” You know, just that kind of stuff. No big. And no, Mom, I’m not pregnant.
After my derm appointment yesterday I spent a couple of hours walking around TJ Maxx and the mall (got Parker some skinny jeans!!!!). Question: When did clothes get so short and see-through? I mean, come on. I have a stumpy torso, so I need longer shirts to elongate it. AND I really, really hate to wear any kind of undershirt or layers – I’d just rather have my bra and jelly belly show, for real. But that’s not exactly appropriate, so I’m gonna need whoever is making the “cool” clothes these days to beef up their stitching and fabric quality.
Ok pal. Enough laundry procrastination for one day. Plus the coffee pot’s empty.