The other night at work, while the other servers were enjoying their "shift drinks" (drink on the house for servers when shift is over) I realized I've never had a glass of wine.
Never. Ever. Nope. None.
This doesn't bother me in the least.
I love to read, but I rarely find the time. When I do read, everything else goes to poop because I LOVE to read. I fall behind on my blog, on television shows and I don't wash my floors.
I just finished The Lucky One by Nicholas Sparks. Have you noticed my "archived" posts this week? Imagine the state of my floors.
I eat ice cream before bed just about every night. I must have at least two flavors in the bowl, and preferably at least one topping. I like my ice cream in a mug for no reason what-so-ever.
I love to run. Outside. I didn't always love running. When I was in middle school I probably would have rather stuck needles in my eyes. There came a time when I realized running wasn't about being fast, but about finding a pace that worked for me.
Motherhood, in a way, is much the same.
I'm awfully allergic to cats. And rabbits. Guinea pigs too. When I was in third grade I was sent home from school every day for a week after recess. I would return from recess sick with a runny nose, wheezing and swollen eyeballs.
Unbeknownst to me one of my best friends had a new rabbit hair coat.
On that random note, I am turning in. With a bowl of ice cream. And a new book.
The floors will have to wait until next week.