I'm not sure why, really. I could blame it on hormones. I could blame it on the fact that it was about 412 degrees outside with 942 percent humidity (I'm not making that up; it was freaking miserable). Or that I was stuffed into a dress that was inching shorter by the hour due to my ever-growing baby belly and that I looked like a big bloated Dalmatian while sporting the updo redux from prom '97 and legs so white they bordered on clear. Those are all excellent reasons to hyperventilate and throw a small tantrum ("Tie your own tie, you don't even need a tie, I told you that you didn't have to wear one! Wahhhhhhh..."). But I think the biggest reason for my meltdown was just letting my emotions get the better of me. If you've been a reader for any length of time or even if you just know the Bee and I and the bullshit we put each other through (not to mention those around us), then you know that this was a big decision for both of us. With the beginning we had and the path we've walked, I don't think anyone expected much from us and sadly we were two of our biggest doubters. All that said, I think the decision was made for the right reasons and I think we're both happy with it. He calls me "Wiff" and I call him "Hubs." Gag you with a spoon, what? I'm happy with it.
And that is that. :)
I think I'm getting a cold. My head is feeling a little swimmy and I have a sore throat. I'd like to go back to bed but Brodie seems to think that's a bad idea.
I found an amazing recipe for Key Lime Cupcakes yesterday. (Well, technically I can't say that I found it; it appeared to me in Google Reader.) I was all gung ho to make cupcakes this afternoon and then I remembered that I've already packed all my cupcake pans and most of my bowls too. And since I refuse to unpack anything until we're moved, I guess I'm just going to have to suffer. I've kind of been on a cupcake kick lately. Cupcakes are sort of the personal pan pizza of the dessert world - one of everybody's favorite foods in a size that allows you to be greedy enough not to share.
If you have a Blogger blog, you probably have the "Monetize" tab at the top of your screen too. I can't tell you how many times I've been tempted to click on "Monetize" and commercialize this baby to the max. Ads here, ads there, ads everywhere. But I feel guilty, selling out my readers (all seven of you) and making you endure ads for cupcake pans and maternity clothes (which would be the relevant topics from today's post) just so I can make $0.000062 for every click you accidentally make. So I refrain. For now. In the future I may decide that your continued support is worth 62-bazillionths of a cent and sell you to Google Ads. Don't be shocked.
I have a million things I need to be doing and blogging is actually not on my list of things to do. I'm just sitting here babbling so that I feel like I'm being productive when really I'm not. So I'm going to leave you with a couple videos. The first one just disturbs me but makes me giggle and the second is Brodie's (current) favorite thing to watch on the computer. (I find myself humming this all the time now; it's kind of annoying.)