Let's start with the obvious. I love long holiday weekends. I had both Friday and Monday off and this morning, my body revolted against the alarm clock. It was all very wonderful and I'm sad when good things come to an end. *sigh*
Even though it will be 97 degrees today, I'm wearing a scarf with my blouse because it feels about time to wear scarves even if it makes no sense with this weather. It's September - time for scarves and You've Got Mail and decorating with pumpkins.
I broke my no-morning-sickness streak today and lost my Wheaties at work. *sigh* I'm hoping it was just a random fluke though and won't be an every day occurrence. It's been nice to not be sick this time around.
I paid a whole $37 to get my nails done last week for a wedding and I absolutely hated the feeling of them. So much so, that I peeled off all $37 worth and threw them in the trash yesterday. Apparently, I'm a fake nail hater.
My cousin Aimee got married on Saturday. It was a gorgeous, beautiful, elegant day. I hugged her and watched her put on the most beautiful gown ever. And then I cried. And cried and cried and cried and cried.
After all the crying was done though, I danced like a crazy-person. I dance now, it's what I do. I danced so much though my baby belly started aching and I knew it was time to call it quits. Then all day Sunday and yesterday I felt tired and sick and lousy. I think I over-danced. Isn't that glorious?! Me - pregnant and dancing too much. All of it makes me smile.
I'll be making home-made beef stroganoff for dinner and decorating my house for fall tonight. Ninety-seven degrees and all.
Happy day after a long holiday weekend to you.