call it pms. call it whatever you want. I've been on one lately. I feel weird, not myself, rowdy and riled up. And people can see it in my face. They say so.
I guess that's a fitting description.
so I've been a sassafrass. and honestly, I wouldn't want to hang out with me. But when you are married...well..whattayagonnado?
I bought brandon yellow roses as an apology for said sassing.
he really likes yellow roses.
and while I'm in Texas this weekend, I he hope takes good care of them, relaxes, recovers from his crazy wife and enjoys some alone time. we are advocates for alone time. (and equal advocates for very-much-together time too) but alone time: it's good stuff.
p.s. it's march already. March and I aren't off to the greatest start. But I still plan to post a recap of February's goal and to get going on March's. It'll happen when it happens, ya know?