Failure

So yesterday I forgot to post. I really and honestly meant to and at some point in the day, inspiration actually struck me and I had something to say. Today? Not so much. I woke up extra early this morning (5:30am) and lay in bed trying to will myself back to sleep. I snuggled with my husband, tried to match my breathing to his in hopes that it would do the trick. No dice. At 6, I gave up and surfed the internet quietly for an hour and decided to get up and make breakfast. I had some leftover buttermilk and decided I would make biscuits, but then realized I didn't have any baking soda, which is so ridiculous because I'm sure there was some somewhere that I just wasn't seeing. So, I used bisquick and they were perfectly horrible, but my husband said they were perfect – well played, sir.

I did manage two twee naps before my day got rolling which I needed, but I am still very tired. I bought an acid wash vest last week and it arrived today. It is horribly cute and not at all as heinous as it sounds. TRUST ME. My internet wishlist is growing and growing and I need to stop while I am ahead because I am acquiring new clothes faster than I am wearing them which is stupid.

I'm looking forward to spending Thanksgiving with my older two siblings and my youngest nephew. It would probably be advantageous of me to finalize a menu since I decided (long ago) that I would not be cooking a turkey. I mean, nobody ever really LOVES the turkey and unless I can buy an organic one for an affordable (to me) price (virtually impossible), I simply don't see the need.

Besides that, I am cold and hormonal. Very hormonal.