revelations

Lately I've had quite a few interesting revelations

Mascara is awesome! So this isn't a total revelation, I have used mascara before, but lately I've been wearing it daily and it makes me feel girly. And like I've actually done more with myself than just dragging my ass out of bed and walking directly out the door for the office. Why didn't one of you tell me to slap some mascara on a long time ago?

Our Tivos hate me. The ones downstairs won't tape anything that comes on ABC. And the one upstairs started to tape 30 Rock tonight before it went radio silent. Then, a bit more than halfway through the Office, the dialogue came back. So now I know how 30 Rock starts and how the Office ends. Dammit Tivo, what's going on with you?!? (jparks will read this and give me a long lecture about how it's not the Tivos' faults, but the networks'. To that I say: BOO! let me blame the Tivo)

Dressing up for dance class wasn't the worst thing in the world. Granted I was baby steps away from having a nervous breakdown on my way to class that night, but once I was there all my worries went away. I even managed to embrace my inner slut and be comfortable.

jparks birthday party is this weekend and I haven't a clue about what kind of cupcakes to make. Or what to get him for a gift. Does this qualify me for Worst. Wife. Ever.?

No matter how many pairs of shoes I own, there will alway be another pair that I want. Like these. I can't stop thinking about them. It's an illness I tell'ya! I need to set some kind of goal so I can obtain it and buy those shoes as my treat. Something really easy, like if I manage to read the issue of Real Simple that arrived today before the next one arrives I get to go buy those shoes.

We are out of or almost out of the following household items: toothpaste, toilet paper, laundry detergent, fabric softener, and deodorant. The issue is that I don't have time to go to Target. What kind of person does that make me? Because really, no matter how busy you are, there should always be time to go to Target. The revelation is that I am a sorry excuse for a human.