The secret to happiness is knowing you're happy.
We had a huge, massive, snowflakes the size of your head snow storm. Except not a single flake actually stuck to the ground. What's the point of a snow storm if there's no actual snow at the end of it?
Spilled wine. It's a big problem. Much more important than spilled milk. Definitely worth crying over.
Let's play match the wine spill to the blogger. You have me, of course, and Summer of Dirty Floor Diaries. (This is a really easy question...) I also feel the need to let you know this is the carpet at the NC Auto Expo kick off party, not the carpet in either of our homes. (Not that there's anything wrong with blue and orange carpet. Well, there is but that's not the point.)
Speaking of spilled wine...this wine was really good. So I tried to buy it. But I can't find it. (I've only looked at Target, but really. It should be at Target.)
I really needed to clean the house this weekend. So I did. Except the only thing I cleaned was the DVR. For some reason that doesn't come with the same sense of accomplishment.
There's a bag at the Coach Factory website that is on sale. I want it. For some reason it says "almost gone" but when I try to buy it says it's not available. So I've wasted a lot of time seeing if someone has dumped it from their shopping cart.
And then, of course, there was Valentine's Day. Mine actually turned out OK. But...it was still Valentine's Day. So bleh.
See you next week!
The spilling of the wine makes this the worst week ever!
ReplyDeleteThe spill on the blue carpet is totally mine. TOTALLY. *cough*
ReplyDeleteMy Valentine's Day sucked. You should have come to my house and we could have drank wine together. Not ^ that wine, but wine. Maybe even the $3 wine that I bought at Whole Foods.