You'll be dumber for reading this

So I was talking to a friend of mine on the phone the other night and they said "I think you have the weirdest stories I've ever heard."

Um, thanks.

But then I started thinking about it, and...it's kind of true. Or maybe I just tell them in a colorful way. I don't know, but the other day I was driving down the road and I was momentarily completely convinced that I was in my own version of The Truman Show and if I kept driving outside my normal circuit I would run straight into a wall with a fake sky painted on it.

In all actuality, I do know that there is no fake world revolving around me...the crazy stuff that happens to me just makes me question that sometimes. This week has been intense. Frustrating. Funny.

I do know that I'm staring at Evany's skinny-but-getting-chubbier-by-the-day legs all curled up in her bouncy seat, the blue cloth diaper that she's wearing for the very first time, her hands folded together as she sleeps, the weird faces she's making in her sleep...and that she feels larger than life to me.

For anyone who was wondering, John didn't get mad at me for last night's post. Progress! I was all forward thinking and I texted him about it before I even posted and for once he didn't even care. So now I guess I don't have to stress so much about it. That feels good.

If you haven't picked up on it yet, this post is about nothing at all, really. My brain is too fried to put together a coherent intelligent post so I'm just typing. Seth grabbed a diaper tonight and brought it to me, then he took off his pants and laid down on the floor. When I didn't immediately change his diaper he started yelling at me.

You could say he's a little spoiled.

I'm eating cake right now and as cake goes, it's not great. But it is cake, so...I'm eating it. I've been going to the gym again and for the first time I'm at a gym with boys and man you would think I was a twelve year old who'd never seen a guy. I'm super self conscious. I miss my girl's gym. They didn't care how I looked. Plus all the machines are in the wrong place. They should let me rearrange it all the way I want it.

I just got skpe set up because my new computer has a webcam. This is super exciting to me because my cousin is in Brazil for six months and she's one of Seth's godmothers...now we can see each other! Plus she's super sarcastic like me and I miss talking to her. Like a lot. A lot a lot.

So there was this American Girl party tonight at the library and I didn't sign Ava up because I didn't think she'd care. But they talked about it at school and she was heartbroken when I told her she couldn't go. So heartbroken she cried and cried even though her American Girl Doll has been in a garbage bag in the bathroom for like, three months because she won't keep her room clean.

Speaking of Ava, John asked what she wanted because he was picking up dinner for us at the restaurant he works at. I asked her what she wanted and she got all excited. "Mom, they have the best quesadillas! The cheese is amazing! It's this bright yellow color and it oozes out of the tortilla and there's all kinds of other stuff in there. I love them!" So given the glowing review, I assumed that she wanted a quesadilla. But when I asked her that, she just gave me this blank stare and said "No, I don't want a quesadilla. I was just telling you about them. What made you think I wanted one?"

Also, my ten year high school reunion is coming up. How crazy is that?

Aaand now I'm going to go watch Days of Our Lives.