1. I've spent a week scouring Pinterest for the perfect breakfast casserole recipe to serve at an upcoming family gathering. I'm pretty sure that young, hip people spend time selecting the perfect Italian prosecco or asparagus souffle to serve with their brunch, not weighing the merits of bacon vs. sausage in their baked egg dishes. {Ohhhhhhh bacon.}
2. I may have referred to my purse as a pocketbook yesterday.
3. In less than a week, I will be the parent of a middle schooler. Today H has invited several of his friends over for one last celebration of summer, during which I will insist they play with Thomas the Train, dine on a lunch of dinosaur-shaped chicken nuggets and listen to Laurie Berkner cds. Deny, deny, deny!
4. While contemplating the correct grammar for the title of this post, I got caught up in perusing Wikipedia for the definition of split infinitive, which led to more research on dangling participles, and effectively wasted an entire hour this morning.
5. A recent diagnosis of a herniated disc in my lower back has me hobbling around the house like a crotchety grandmother, despite my highly scientific ibuprofen-doping procedures and absolute refusal to accept that I'm old enough to have any ailment involving the word "herniated." All I need now is a cane to raise in the air and shake at the neighborhood kids while I yell "Get off my lawn you no-good hooligans!" and I will officially have achieved senior citizen status.
So that lovely shade of silvery blue I'm sporting on my toenails?? I'm thinking it might be a more appropriate color for my hair. I'll have to contemplate the change over my prune juice this morning.
