Am I incredibly lazy or what? For Christmas, CH gave me 3 (yes, 3!) certificates for pedis! I had my first and only one at the beginning of the summer, and loved it. I'm excited about going back, but...that means I have to shave my legs. I know, I know. L-A-Z-Y. I abhor shaving my legs. Really. If plucking the hairs out one by one would cause them to never come back, I would do it. If I were rich, I'd laser those suckers away. I'm just talking about the bottom part of my legs. The bikini area is a whole different story. Even if I've only worn a 2 piece bathing suit one time in my life and never plan on wearing one again. At some point, hair removal has to be done. I don't want anybody waxing me there: I find it hard to believe that the waxers don't talk amongst themselves. Do they have to sign a "confidentiality clause"? And then the Kardashian girls go and get waxed on tv.
Sorry... got off track. I got the Christmas decorations put away on Saturday and got the house back to normal. Friday I had an unexpected day off because of an expected snow storm that never came. We got a cold rain after 3:00, but that was it until Friday night/Saturday morning. The weather models are showing a big disturbance coming in that will affect the south...we may be stuck in our house for days! If you're not from the south, what they say about us is true: We run to the store at the mere threat of snow for bread and milk. I'm not sure why. What can you make with bread and milk? Why don't we go get other stuff? I can't answer that, but I did tell CH that we needed to go to the store for bread and milk. And cheese.
OS & MS are anxious to get back to their colleges and get ready for the new semester. OS doesn't start classes until Thursday, but with the snow coming in, he wanted to make sure he could get to school. Since MS is just 15 minutes away, it's not as big of a deal for him; he just wants to get back to see his friends. So, they both will be gone Sunday afternoon. I had started to get used to our new "normal". And I miss it. But when they're gone, I miss them. It's a vicious cycle. And I bet it will never end.