I have been managing to rest today, though. We've been watching Blue Bloods on Netflix lately, and I can't tell you how much we love this show. I adore Tom Selleck. He's such a comforting father-figure. I want him and his mustache to read me stories before bed. We watched an episode this afternoon, and one of the cops mentioned meatball subs. I have never in my life wanted a meatball sub or even a meatball, but in that moment I have never wanted anything more. Balls of meat have always grossed me out, but now? They are balls of heaven. James went out in the snow and brought me home my very first meatball sub, and it's now what I want for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. With a side of meatloaf.
I also splurged on some yogurt covered raisins at the grocery store last night. I went to grab a handful just now and the bag fell and dumped most of the raisins between the couch cushions. I need Tom Selleck to talk me through this difficult time. Also, our kitchen light stopped working Friday night, and the bulb is weird so only maintenance can replace it, and they can't come until Monday or Tuesday. I'll be cooking by candlelight this weekend like Laura Ingalls Wilder. If Laura Ingalls Wilder pulled her purple fuzzy socks up over her leggings, that is.
In other news, the She and Him Pandora station is top notch. It makes me want to grab some ballet flats and a cardigan and prance through a field while my beachy waves and polka dot skirt flounce in the breeze. I'm so into the whole thing I might even paint my nails pink. I'm thinking of burning a lemon candle next time I listen to it so I can fully transport myself to spring. If only I could get my paws on some tulips. I'm craving tulips! Speaking of spring, it's Lent. I've never participated in Lent before, but I'd like to think pregnancy is technically a 9 month Lent. I nearly wrestled a girl to the floor at work the other day when she mentioned she had gouda dip at her desk. I envy anyone who doesn't have to track their caffeine intake. I daydream about lunch meat, even though I find it as gross as I used to find meatballs. I'm so close to the end, though, so I'll stop complaining. There better be a latte, a turkey & cheddar sandwich, and spicy tuna rolls at my bedside within seconds of giving birth. And maybe a strong drink. I'll need it.
I think I want to take up embroidery. I know. How youthful of me! All the knitting I've been doing has been fulfilling me so much that I want to dive headfirst into the realms of yarn and thread. I'm looking for more knitting projects, and I found fabric that is just asking me to embroider something on it for baby girl. I have no doubt it will look like a drunk monkey embroidered it with his toes, but I'm looking forward to it. Maybe more lightbulbs will burn out so I can embroider by candlelight, but I'm not sure 2015 can handle that much 1880. Someone's iPhone might implode or something.
I was just about to tell you about the hugest shock of my life, but I just spilled ice cold water down my shirt, and I think that trumps what happened Friday. At least it did for about 30 seconds. Anyway, so Friday. I was walking through the office to hand a file to someone. It was a rare day we had to dress up, so I was wearing my one dress that still fits, but it hangs so that I look 13 months pregnant with twins. This isn't an exaggeration. I was walking with my head down (to avoid human interaction, you know), when I heard someone say "Michelle? Is that you?" I looked up to see a girl from HIGH SCHOOL. High school! Standing a few feet in front of me, apparently employed at the same place I am, over an hour from where we grew up. The odds! She was always so sweet in school, so it was nice to see her, but a high school reunion was the last thing I was expecting on a Friday afternoon at work. She looked amazing and I was an unmentionable amount of pounds heavier, swollen, and limping from sciatica.
It's just too bad the lightbulbs above us hadn't burned out, too.