I think I've found an apartment rental in London. It's walkable from Phillip's office. Walking distance of 2 tube stations, several grocery stores, several parks. An acceptable amount of pounds, meaning Phillip's company will foot the bill for MOST of it. I am ELATED. I mean, I'm going to have to do some mental work and character growth re: not getting to do everything *I* want to do in London, but I feel confident that I'll work it out.
We've decided EJ Cheung needs to go to preschool. Like yesterday. Staying home with mommy does not seem to be cutting it anymore. Just feeling like SHE could be getting more out of the world than going shopping and eating cookies at 9am with her mom, you know? But I've been looking for preschools happy to accept a young 3 in the 3s class who is also [insert shameface emoji] not potty trained. This preschool has yet to appear on my google search.
I bought this cardigan/sweater/fleece thingy at the Nordstrom clearance sale today and it is made of teddy bear snuggles and Christmas pajamas. Not terribly efficient at butt covering, but excels at muffin top disguising and keeping one toasty in one's poorly heated house.
I've talked to a few people (sisters, friends) about better-observing the liturgical year, and what it would be like to switch the party from a Christmas shindig to a Twelfth Night something or other. Problem is, Twelfth Night is pretty specific and it'd be lame to have your Twelfth Night Party on the Eighth Night because Twelfth Night is a school night. You might think I'm worrying about this a bit too far in advance, but then you must not know me at all.
After careful study of both products, I prefer my Naked 2 palette to my Lorac Pro 2 palette, though because of formula and the way Urban Decay eyeshadow goes on as opposed to colors. I love the Lorac 2 colors, they're just... powdery? Fly away? And dark ones are super dark and the light ones are too light? I was thinking today I might go for Naked 1, but are there too many pinky browns? Pinky browns are my least favorite. I need a palette full of grays and taupes and and lavenders and smoky blues and sparkly white-pinks, with a few shades of greens and golds. Does this exist? Possibly called The Black Eye Palette.
The Seahawks are not playing this weekend. Which is great, except for Phillip just casually mentioning he'd need to watch anyway (DAMN FANTASY FOOTBALL). Remember when Phillip didn't want ANY sort of ball? Also I am for real apprehensive about this upcoming week of football because seriously, the whole city seems to need a Xanax and everyone wears their blue and green gear and they exchange knowing looks and UGH THE PRESSURE. It's like I somehow internalize the playoff anxiety - the PERCEIVED playoff anxiety! - of perfect strangers. STAY AWAY, AM DELICATE FLOWER!
I am suuuuuper happy about the kids going back to school this week and everything going back to normalish, except for the part where getting out of bed and pouring cereal and making lunches is normalish. I still think Thumbprints should market bags of savory filled buns and whatnot to put in freezers for kid lunches. Not that my kids would eat those. Maybe filled with peanut butter.
I am super into a song called 'Dangerous' by Big Data right now. But then I finally got Phillip to watch the Veronica Mars movie last night and this song is playing in the bar scene! This movie came out last year! AM I THAT BEHIND? (But in my hunt for lyrics I read a bit about the music video and hmmm, it sounds icky. At least the lyrics themselves aren't noticeably icky, like, for example, 'Habits (Stay High)' and 'Take Me To Church', which is so disappointing because I like the MUSIC.) (I don't think I'm a HUGE prude about song lyrics, but dude, that High song is gross. AND SO CATCHY.)
While we're complaining about music, that song Rude? DRIVES ME CRAZY. First of all, it's not RUDE so much as debatably CRUEL, and what is this girl, cattle? Also I hate reggae. I SAID IT.
I'm just sitting here writing this as I refresh Twitter every two minutes and click on Cillian Murphy gifs. Thinking I am nearing the end of my blogging career. Maybe. I need to do a Reads & Recommends pretty soon if only to wax rhapsodic about my string of WWII spy novels and Benedict Cummersnitch in The Imitation Game. GOOD NIGHT