Thursday, November 29, 2012

Excuse Me While I Sob


Well tonight I am making cookies for our church's annual Cookie Walk – and yes, that's an M because I'm not BAKING cookies, I try to use the oven as little as possible. No-Bake for the win!

I'll be mixing up a few batches of Peanut Butter Krispies. Naturally, when Hubs heard I was making more than one batch he hoped one of which would be for him...but it's not the case.

I realized yesterday that I was too anxious for the Christmas decoration boxes to be stored because the Christmas cookie tins went with them...and at this point visiting Dollar Tree is easier than digging through the crawl space for two cookie tins. Looks like I know where I am spending my lunch break!

In other news: I cry at absolutely everything. I mean, all pregnant women do, right? My mom told me she couldn't watch The Price Is Right because she would cry every time someone won a prize and it made me realize how often I cry.

Yesterday was blogger Finding Magnolia's birthday and her husband made the most adorable video for her... please take a moment to enjoy the sincerity and overwhelming levels of cute displayed in this video.

Guess what I did when I watched it? Sobbed.

While I drove home from work Tuesday night I thought about the emotional piece scheduled to launch Wednesday morning on PWAP and sobbed.

Oh, and if the Bears are losing and Hubby starts getting vocal towards TV? You got it! I sob.

A few weeks ago I stepped into the lunch room at work to make my afternoon snack and Ellen was on. She had given away a Toyota Prius to a fan months-years prior and was doing a follow-up show on the woman, learning all the ways this gift had helped her family. Queue sobbing.

I think work crying is the hardest because I do my best to hide and protect my face, but sometimes my boss or someone walks up and wants to ask if I was crying but doesn't because the obvious answer is YES I WAS.

So, if you don't mind I'm just going to listen to my classical Christmas music with no words so I don't get too emotional, because the sounds of Josh Groban or Michael Buble are becoming too much for me.


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