WRITER'S BLOCK. DAMN IT.
I DON'T HAVE ANYTHING INTERESTING TO WRITE ABOUT.
BUT NOT WRITING MEANS I SHOULD FIND SOMETHING TO CLEAN AND/OR TAKE A SHOWER AND I DON'T FEEL LIKE DOING EITHER OF THOSE THINGS.
WHY AM I YELLING.
HEY LET'S LOOK AT SOME RANDOM PHOTOS FROM MY PHONE.
One of the many blurry photos that still fail to fully capture the spirit of the boys' favorite game, "Everybody Jump Off The Arm Of The Couch And Pile Up On Mom." Play it today with your own 140+ pounds' worth of boy-children!
Ike diagnosed me with a bad case of falling down and getting hurt (CHILD GETS ME, RIGHT?) and bandaged me up with a few dozen Ninjago stickers. It was cute at first but then every last one of these stickers ended up sticky-side down on the floor, where they demonstrated remarkable sticking power for a bunch of years' old novelty stickers. There's been a lot of scraping and cursing ever since.
(But at least my leg is all better now, according to Ike.)
This is how I felt about going back to blonde:
This is me now:
I'm ridiculous, I'm aware. But happy enough to actually smile in a damn picture!
Then this one time? They all sat still, next to each other, for almost an entire minute. It was glorious.
Finally, I misplaced my phone for awhile. When I found it, it was full of foreheads and eyeballs. One day someone is going to figure out how to take a picture of their butt and it will all be over, THE END.