Matt sat next to Matt Lauer in a Durham Panera this week, and Garner is hoppin’ today with American Idol’s Scotty McCreery in town. I haven’t even seen anyone famous with my own eyes and I still feel starstruck. (And to my friends in New York and L.A., you guys can stop laughing now.)
I cut Matt’s hair last night. With a buzzer, scissors, and everything. It was pretty disastrous, yet I laughed till I cried. I’m not sure what in the heck made me so confident with that buzzer in my hands, yet my confidence has since been crushed forever.
Am I the only one who shed a tear or two at Steve Carell’s last appearance in The Office a few weeks ago? It was nearly as traumatic for us as watching the last episode of Lost. So sad.
I wish I had a personal shopper. Or a personal designer. I really do dislike shopping for myself which likely stems from the fact that I have trouble spending money on myself. I could shop for my kids all day long, and yet I might resort to going to work in pajamas if I can’t get my act together and find some decent summer clothes asap.
I think I’m ready to start thinking about giving Mary Grace a “big girl room”. Although I lust big-time after the Land of Nod catalog, my wallet is guiding me toward Target’s Shabby Chic line for her. Ohh, I can’t hardly wait.
I love watching my kids sleep. Seriously, sneaking into their rooms at night before I head off to bed is one of my favorite parts of the day. They are just so sweet and innocent and still and quiet.
I really, really love downtown Raleigh on Saturday mornings. I’m not sure why. I just do. I don’t think I have ever said that I “really, really loved” downtown Richmond. I feel like a traitor to my native roots.
Speaking of native roots, did you know you can take a Greyhound bus from North Carolina to Mexico and people do it all the time? Call me naive, but this really did blow my mind when I learned this recently. And I thought the overnight train from Paris to Rome was rough…
My night away commences in T-6 days. Not that I’m counting or anything.