Whew, glad I got such a heavy post off my chest earlier this week. On to lighter-hearted things.
One. I have, to date, killed three pairs of non-maternity pants so dead they had to be thrown away. Zippers may be fixable, but popped seams and ripped fabric? Nope. Not coming back from that.
Two. The cutest foggy morning slug inched along and crossed our path as Miles and I had our early morning walk. A tiny 1 inch trail of slime behind him; unbearably cute.
Three. My love of Peanut Butter (crunchy and overpriced, of course) with apples and carrots for lunch is still going strong.
Four. We went to Beijing last weekend. I'll tell you more later.
Five. I nearly fell off the sofa trying to paint my toenails. It may be time to start going to get pedicures instead of doing them myself. Bummer.