It is me, your long lost friend Lauren! Please forgive me for my absence, but I've been alarmingly busy traipsing across Middle-earth in search of a vast treasure. I'm back now though and in recompense for my deserting you I have decided to share my treasure equally among all of my faithful readers.
Small Print: That is a lie, I'm keeping all Middle-earth* treasures** for myself. In a locked safe*** guarded by a troll.**** So do not even try to steal it, you will not succeed.*****
*THE AMAZON (.com)
**Three cardboard chests of Count Chocula cereal, worth $11.49 each apparently. NOT including shipping and handling.
*** Ryan's beside table because the drawer of mine is full of peanut butter and spoons.
**** My husband really needs a haircut.
****You could probably succeed.
Now that we've got that all squared away.
So I'm like 30 weeks pregnant. And as is common at this point, I'm having trouble sleeping. So much so that I have been awaiting the delivery of my new Glider/Recliner with an almost embarrassing amount of eagerness.
Finally last week I got a call from the delivery company and was able to schedule a time for the arrival of my bundle of joy. And today, after paying a couple of burly men to do all the labor for me, she is finally here.
The muscle bound furniture fellas were also delivering the rest of the nursery pieces, so at first I directed them to the nursery and then squeaked and flailed about excitedly whilst they put everything in place. They both agreed that it is all SO CUTE and FITS PERFECTLY in the room.
Then they went back to their truck to bring in my lovely new chair. "In the corner by the the window right?" asked the first guy. "Yeah, it'll totally be SO CUTE and FIT PERFECTLY there,"added the other.
"Actually no, just put it right over here," I corrected them.
"Really ma'am?" they asked with uncertainty, "Are you sure?"
"Yes," I cackled gleefully. "That'll teach the goober," under my breath.
And then they looked at me all weird but did what I asked and left with alacrity.
You see just a couple of days before, Ryan and I had this conversation:
Lauren: Oh I can't wait until my chair gets here. I'm going to sleep in it and read in it and eat Midnight Cereal in it.
Ryan: Oh good, then maybe I can finally get some sleep. I've been having a terrible time of it lately.
Lauren: Then maybe YOU can get some sleep?
Ryan: *dreamily* I'll have the whole room to myself. And a normal amount of pillows and no one waking me up to say, "Help! I was trying to make a three point turn to get out of bed to go the bathroom again and I think I got misdirected. Now I'm all tangled and one of my heating pads* is biting me!"
*My tiny dogs. They get very hot in the middle of the night. I like to arrange them at my back for pain relief.
Ryan: *still dreamily* And you will be out of the room and I will be alone and you will be gone. Why are you looking at me like that? Stop it! Don't hatch any plots!
Lauren: Too late! This is the year I hatch things! Babies AND plots. And I'm excellent at both! Hashtag Hatch Brag.
Ryan: I wish I hadn't already gone to work and come home today. I wish I was going to work now and coming home after whatever this situation is has resolved itself.
And so today, this is where the chair ended up.
And some paper gemstones for taping to Ryan's bare stomach while he is sleeping so he looks more like a troll doll. I'll try to get photos of this but Ryan is always like, "No posting half naked pictures of me online!" for some reason.
|Every breath you take, I'll be watching you.|
I'm so looking forward to tonight.
How have you all been my darlings?