Kitchen ghosts??? Nahh… Just a lil’ wind.
Yesterday we hit a record-breaking high of 82-degrees here in the Buffalo area — and though I didn’t spend any time outside, I tried to enjoy it the best I could.
I opened up some windows & doors and let the breeze meander its way throughout the house. The sunlight trickled in, casting shadows everywhere. The whole house took on a very peaceful, surreal vibe. It was perfect.
Most of the afternoon was spent sorting through a 3-foot stack of old Vegetarian Times magazines — clipping recipes and piling them back up for recycling.
As of today, I’m 19 weeks pregnant & I think the nesting bug has already set in. I’m finding myself getting more & more annoyed by clutter and randomly placed “things”. I just need to remind myself that all of this “stuff” is only going to be replaced with more stuff once the twins arrive — drool-covered, sticky, germ-filled kid stuff. Weeeee!
It’s March 21st and the temperature here in my little suburb of Buffalo, NY is… 81 degrees!!! (Sup, global warming?)
I’m absolutely loving the fact that I can wear dresses sans cardigans & tights… BUT… I truly hope this isn’t a sign of things to come for the summer. My lil’ rosebuds are due September 11th (yeah, I know…) and I am most definitely NOT looking forward to being the size of a beluga whale in 90-degree weather. No sir. And humidity… Don’t even get me started on humidity… Arrrghhhh!
But I digress…
I always feel guilty (foolish?) for staying indoors on days like these. I should be out taking in the sunshine, strolling through a park, hugging on some trees. Instead, I sleep super late, clean up the house, and veg on the sofa. Sad. But really, who wants to go out alone? Not this girl.
So today’s feeble attempt at enjoying the weather was to go sit on the porch in my bare feet, cold glass of water by my side, and blog away. I got as far as the front door, felt the heat pouring in through the glass, and said “eff that noise”. Yeah, I’m a wuss.
Now here i sit, on my comfy couch, watching Maury prove that Jordan is NOT THE BABY’S FATHER! (I know, I use my time very wisely!) But as everyone keeps reminding me, I need to cherish lazy days like this. Come the end of summer, they will be few and far between. (So fear not, Judge Judy, I’m not leaving you yet…)