Hi. I'm still alive, but it was a close call. I was sick as a dog all weekend with a nasty cold, and accomplished exactly NOTHING. Well, that's not quite true: I did manage to sew the sleeves on Anna's nightgown, thereby FINISHING it. Woo hoo! David, the poor love, spent the weekend scraping and sanding and priming the house; it should be completely painted by this weekend. Me, I slept 12+ hours each night, watched this video way more times than I care to admit and, AND I planted some flowers in a pot. Which, if you know me, is equivalent to a normal person say, running a marathon. Something I've been meaning to do for months but have been putting off because it just seemed so...so...overwhelming. What?? You have to choose the right pot, and all those different plants, and potting soil? That's scary, man. But I figure I've kept my child alive for over 7 years now (although David likes to point out that that's only because she can TELL me when she needs to be fed) AND I'll have you know that my houseplant has survived for 6 months. SIX MONTHS, PEOPLE. This is a world-record in Kate-land. So I feel like it's time to push my comfort-zone by taking on some flowers. I give them 3 weeks.
Speaking of managing to keep things alive, I spent hours watching our bunny frolic in the grass. He gets so excited when he is outside that he'll be quietly nibbling on some dandelion leaves and all of a sudden he'll run around his "bunny condo" as fast as he can, LEAP into the air and kick his back feet wildly, like a baby goat. He just explodes with joy. It's the cutest thing ever. Don't tell Anna, but I've decided he's MINE. MY BUNNY.
Oh, and for the record, it's been over 2 weeks without a single glass of wine. I did have half a beer one night when we went out for pizza, but that didn't even taste good.