It’s been a hot minute since I posted something. I have no excuse other than:
I am very lazy.
I joined in on a road trip to Branson, MO (nine hour drive with a 2.5 year old in case you were wondering) to help pack up my grandpa’s treasures, and bring them back to Chicago.
Said treasures now reside in 10 million boxes lined up around the perimeter of my dining room. Added bonus? My house smells like old people (no offense, G). And I am photographing each item on a neutral background to figure out what is what. It’s actually pretty fun to look at all of the stuff; so many great memories.
My yard looks like a freaking jungle and I feel the need to spend hours upon hours bent over picking weeds but never actually spraying any weed killer. This is a terrible cycle with no clear end in sight.
I celebrated our 7th wedding anniversary by forgetting it. So did Mr. Swirley, so we are even. My gift? Picking him up in Rolling Meadows (3o minute drive) on our anniversary night so he could work late. I know, dreamy.
I have spent hours daydreaming about the Veronica Mars movie. It will be epic, just like Ronnie and Logan's love story.
I convinced Mr. Swirley to paint the playroom/office (obviously a space that is highly conducive to work) the color of my favorite essie nail polish: Chinchilly.
I also spent a bunch of time convincing Mr. Swirley that yes, someone did come into our garage and steal his bike and that he/she took the time to remove the kid seat. Apparently he thought I had taken it in for a tune-up as an anniversary present. BWAHAHAHAHA.
It’s summer out and who needs to sit on the computer? Except for this week while Mr. Swirley is out of town and I have multiple seasons of The Wire to re-watch. Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.