Maybe it's because it's a Wednesday. Maybe it's because the weather is starting to drop and that ominous word "snow" is starting to pop up. Maybe it's because I have Friday off so this week seems like it's dragging by even slower than normal. Maybe it's because Darrell and I will have dinner together, at the house, a total of two nights this week. Whatever the reason is, I've been having an off week. Can't get out of bed in the morning, sluggish feeling at work, tired and ready for bed by nine at night, forgetting to do things that I'm usually super on-top of.... And then this happens. I realize that, for the past year and a half, I've been wearing a pair of pants that still have the security tag still attached. I kid you not.
Good thing that little "warning" on there doesn't really mean anything; I can't begin to count the number of times I've washed and worn this pair of pants with that tag on them. And it's only fitting that I would discover this during this week and make myself feel more useless and incompetent. It's settled--I'm making cookies tonight, and I'll be surprised if any of them make it into the oven.
(And for my readers out there with over-active imaginations--no, I'm not pregnant. That's not one of the possibilities for why I've been feeling tired and lethargic. Just want to get that one out there before anybody gets too excited.)
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