Reading: After a string of DNF, I finished this last night:
I loved it -- exactly the book that you want to read when you are laid up after having a boatload of dental work. Funny, not over-the-top smutty, endearing ... with a dash of drama that finally ended a string of meh books. I am no prude but when your book starts out with your heroine meeting your hero on page 2 and immediately losing all higher brain function because all she wants to do is have sex with him RIGHT THAT MOMENT and can no longer control herself although they are at work and she knows nothing at all about the guy ...
I need more plot than that.
Feeling: Sore. It has been super busy around here this past week. We celebrated Big's 11th birthday this weekend with some putt putt and the kids' first overnight guests. On Monday, we threw my Work Boo a surprise baby shower, Tuesday was a mad dash to finish my stories for the upcoming Armed Forces Celebration Week special issue of the newspaper and yesterday I spent five hours in the dentist chair getting three crowns. *cries* It was pretty heinous. Because of the scope of the work, I was supposed to be under conscious sedation.
It wore off.
Then as I was lying there willing it to be over, the numbing wore off. I might have cried a little. If you are a longtime reader of Team Skelley, you might be experiencing some deja vu as you read this. About once a year, I have to have serious dental work. Be it multiple crowns or a broken tooth or a root canal or infection...I have really crappy teeth. I had two old fillings that were leaking and turning my teeth grey so at least I no longer have grey teeth? #silver lining
Wearing: My new Stitch Fix. Actually, I am wearing sweats (see above dental work) but I am looking at my new Stitch Fix which arrived yesterday. I decided to keep some white bermuda jean shorts which are cuter than they sound. Loving Stitch Fix still. To see my review: Click Here. And if you want to try it out for yourself: Referral Link.
Watching: Game of Thrones's Season 5, episode 8. *SPOILERS & SCARY AHEAD*
WHAT THE WHAT.
I knew by the way Twitter blew up Sunday night that it was going to be a humdinger, Red Wedding-quality episode, but WHOA. I liked how it was out of nowhere, the viewer knew that something was coming, but that? And then it just kept getting crazier and crazier until the last image with the Night's King raising all of the Wildlings from the dead ... M and I were speechless. And then later that night, I woke up and took a mirror off our bedroom wall because I was convinced that Whitewalkers were climbing through it. I have always been prone to night terrors and have even started to watch Jimmy Fallon after GoT to cleanse my brain, but this week's ep was so cray that nothing could erase ZOMBIE CHILDREN. And then I received this special message from my friends, the Hudds:
Thanks, Guys. That certainly won't scar me for life.
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