I really don't have swagger

In fact, I feel like a clown most of the day. Seriously, where is my brain?
While I was getting a drink at sonic during happy hour (busy), I managed to run over the curb at the end of the drive-through. I should have reversed, but instead I kept on going. Scuffed something on the bottom of the car, but I was so hot, thirsty, and embarrassed that I just kept driving. whoops. don't tell my husband.

We moved into this house with FOUR trailer loads of stuff. Only 1-1/2 of those loads was of stuff we actually use. The rest was pure junk. Sentimental junk. Over the summer, with my little sick fit, Taylor completely gutted the basement- carpet and anything that wasn't being used. Our basement is currently stark naked.

I feel like I belong in an episode of Hoarders. In attempt to get the baby's room ready, Taylor is currently transferring boxes of junk into the living room (as I watch) for us to go through and basically throw away or move downstairs. We are not hoarders, in fact, we are the opposite. Yet two people's lives sometimes creates a messy room stuffed with packed boxes that gets put off weekend after weekend. I can't tell you how excited I am to finally use this room.

I also can't tell you how thrilled I am to have cooler temps. I only got nauseous TWICE today- first at the library when a guy sitting at the computer next to me was wearing a bottle of cologne (why?!), and second when I was sitting watching TV and my dog farted. Must be from eating all those midget apples falling off our sad apple tree in the back yard.