The Weekend

This weekend down here in Tey-has (that's what the cool peeps call "Texas"), it got down into the--gasp!--40's. As in degrees. As in cold. And crisp. Crisp and cold. And, as a result, these four things happened:

1.
I purchased the following items:

And not because I was being proactive. I blame the germs on my husband, who technically brought them into our household and then proceeded to "kindly" share them with me. On Friday, when the worst of it hit and I felt like death warmed over, I fled to the store and bought what I could to batten down the hatches for the weekend. So far, Baby Girl shows no symptoms other than some mild congestion (*fingers and toes crossed*). I suspect my hairdresser did not appreciate it when I showed up on Saturday morning for my appointment with snot running everywhere. Case in point: she took Lysol wipes to the magazines I read whist under the dryer. What? A girl's gotta cover her dark roots.

2.
We had to cancel a planned outing to the pumpkin patch. This is my kid not at the pumpkin patch:

3.
When we did venture out (not to the pumpkin patch, rather to the body shop to have a flat tire fixed--boo), Baby Girl needed a hoodie:

Please note: the crying is due to hunger, not the hoodie.

4.
And last but not least, as a result of the "spare" time indoors, I finished the second book in the Crossfire Series (Bared to You, Reflected by You). I have no picture for this one, but if I did, it would be me looking shameful, as this series is pretty much like 50 Shades of Grey Part 2. It's sad how much entertainment I got out of these books. Very, very sad. So as penance, I am now reading The Book Thief--the story of a young girl in Nazi Germany who steals books in order to learn to read and write. The kicker: the book is narrated by Death. It's what you'd call an upper. I'm certain it will cancel out the smut and restore my karma as we head into a new week.