Oh, Sunday. The day where I attempt to accomplish everything so I can spend evenings at home all week long being a bum.
Tim and I went to church this morning and then to Target to pick up some groceries. When we got home, I made a double batch of Milhouse’s favorite dog treats.
He pretty much turns his nose up at regular treats now. I created a monster.
All day long, I wore my new running shoes around the house to get used to the arch supports. It’s weird feeling so much support there, but I would really try anything at this point. I did laundry, I ironed, and I roasted a chicken.
I also tried to hit up Macy’s to look for a dress for my shower again. I actually contemplated buying this one.
And then I realized I couldn’t be sure if I would look like a cupcake-y bridal asshole in such a frou-frou dress, got mad, took it off and pouted in the dressing room while I e-mailed a picture to my mom and called her. You know what sucks? Not having any friends to go shopping with.
I didn’t buy it because my mom said the color made me look pale. (Newsflash: I am pale.) She suggested going tanning, and I suggested that I do not have the time, money, or desire to do that. Back to the drawing board. I think I’m just going to buy something online and cross my fingers. (Even though the more I look at it, the more I like this ridiculous, frou frou dress.)
I also attempted to make some kind of tomato soup with lentils in it today and failed. I put too much water in and it tasted gross. Fail. I think I just work better with a recipe.
I did, however, paint my nails with my new favorite nail color (Essie “Lilacism”). I’ve had a weird aversion to painted nails (they made me really self-conscious) for years, so I’m determined to break it.
And, finally, some interspecies love:
Milhouse and Southpaw have been caught curled up together napping a lot this weekend!
Nail polish—yay or nay? What are your favorite beauty products?