Yesterday, I took a me day. Took the day off with no kids and it was glorious. I watched about four episodes of Downton Abbey. Funny thing, I seriously thought all this time it was Down
town. My friend told me it was Down
ton, that explains why the characters were saying it funny the whole time. I'm only in the first season, cut me some slack.
I kept my appointment and took a bunch of clothes to the consignment shop... also brought a lot home. I seriously don't think they opened one of the bins because SERIOUSLY?! THIS SHIT'S CUTE! However, I have a backup plan. Thanks to a reader, I signed up for a MASSIVE consignment sale at the fair grounds. It's not til March, so I have time to get ready.
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| kind of looks like a tree from the Lorax |
In other news, Ava dropped her sucker on the cat. It got stuck to his belly hair. Apparently, he was laying down with his fat gut hanging out for the world to see. We had to chase him down (if you have a cat, you know how hard this can be), tackle him and pull the sucker off. I swears. True story.
If I wasn't physically there to see it, I wouldn't have believed it either. Please tell me this random-ass shit happen to you too.