Yankee Drawl

A Three Minute Post

Posted By jayna on September 30, 2010

* I’ve got three minutes before my self-inflicted time limit is up and I’m going to force myself to get off my rear end and go. to. bed.

*Random, baby. All about the random.

* It’s totally okay to eat most of your husband’s birthday cake if you made it, right?

* Ten preschoolers in a ballet class may be the cutest thing ever. However, ten preschoolers in one ballet class really, really warrants an assistant for the teacher. Or a lock in the door to keep them from continuously popping out to say hi to their mommies.

* My preschooler happens to rock this whole ballet thing, though. And I’m totally bragging. You would too if yours was one of the few that managed to pay attention the whole time and actually retained most of the things they learned. And, dudes, the kid does the whole dancer, body positioning thing really, really well. It’s neat to witness the little caterpillar turning into a butterfly. Or something like that.

* So. Maryland. I made fun of the state for losing it’s mind when it snowed. And we went and ended up with the whole “Snowmageddon/Snowpocalypse” thing. This morning? Preschool closed early. Because of the rain. The rain?!? Oh, did I make fun of the state for the rest of the afternoon. (Marylanders? You can go ahead and throw things at me for cursing us with the rest of the day’s worth of precipitation. I have buckets. I’ll totally make it up to you by coming over to bail out your basement, m’kay?)

* Clearly, deciding to live on top of a hill in this area was a wise, wise choice. Flooding kinda sucks.

* I found a new hair salon tonight. Not only was I offered wine and food, but I found a stylist that completely bent over backwards to help me out. And? Every single stylist in the salon was awesomely nice. Genuine interest. I love it when a business goes above and beyond and actually earns their customers loyalty.

* Thanks to the awesome stylist, I now have purple highlights instead of turquoise. I’ll take votes on the next color of the rainbow in a few weeks. Anything to help keep that last shred of rebellious wild child alive.

*Who am I kidding? There never was a wild child. A crazy rule breaker that read under the covers until the wee hours of the morning and was sometimes late for school . . . but yeah, not so much on the wild.

*This kid though? She’s gonna be the wild one . . .