We went to Target during lunch today. I should really have a chaperone when I go to Target, because that place is like crack to impulse buyers such as myself. It’s is full of shiny, colorful things that attract my attention like a crow. I get inside and go “Oooh! Pink! Shiny!”
Witness, my new earmuffs. Also, I may or may not have bought purple argyle socks. Because, you know, no wardrobe is complete without purple argyle socks. Or a paisley handbag. God, I need help.
Today’s theme was soft and fluffy (bucking the usual trend of brightly colored and sparkly). This is probably a direct result of my complete and utter lack of sleep last night. What is it about sleep deprivation that causes us to crave soft things? Perhaps it’s because we sense the need to stay away from sharp and pointy objects lest we stab someone more well-rested and perkier than ourselves.
Last night our kitten decided sometime in the wee small hours of the morning that what she really wanted to do more than anything else in the world was to smack me in the face repeatedly with her paws. Over. And over. And over. Again. Apparently when she wasn’t hitting me in the head she was curling up contentedly with Kristian. Because, you know, he’s the favorite parent and I am the Bad Mommy. You’d think that I caught her doing catnip and grounded her for a month. Sheesh.
I finally had enough of being thwacked repeatedly and I picked her up and lovingly and gently tossed her on her ass outside our door (which I then proceeded to very quickly close lest the scary and terrifying kitten of doom try to get back in). I then fell back asleep only to be woken a few hours later by Kristian hitting me in the kidneys in his sleep. I still have no idea how that happened. Clearly, I could not catch a break last night.
Needless to say, I was more than a little bit cranky this morning. The combination of protracted sleep and being smacked around (even unintentionally) by my little family (except for the other cat who will be given as many kitty treats as her little cat-sized heart desires tonight) left me in what I can only describe as a state of overwhelming cranky-pantsdom.
Luckily for those around me (except the kitten who still hasn’t apologized), there are very few bad moods that can’t be cured with a deep-fried burrito for lunch and the purchase of several unnecessary but soft items.
This brings us back to the aforementioned slipper socks which just might be the greatest invention ever. They’re not quite slippers, not quite socks, not quite mary janes. They do have adorable mary jane straps that fasten with buttons. Because, you know, buttons make everything better. And they’re so soft it feels like I’m walking around on baby bunnies. But, you know, without the bunny guts getting squished everywhere. I say “you know” too much. I should really work on that.
Of course, they don’t have those little non-slip pads on the bottom… which means that my next blog entry just might be from Kristian saying “Hope slipped on our hard wood floors and broke something that she needs to live and now she’s in the hospital. Pictures to come later.”
I am so with you on the soft and fuzzy. I wore a down vest today so that I could use myself as a pillow when no one was looking.