Our Coffee Date

Talk about copycat.  I am copying Nadine and Samantha. It's the best form of flattery, I swear.

If we were having coffee, I'd tell you that I randomly took a four hour nap on Sunday. It was glorious, and for a non-napper like myself, very rare.  And then I'd tell you I didn't even feel guilty about it, but was left with a powerful thought: Mom's never get to do this.

If we were having coffee, I'd probably mention that I want these shoes, mostly because when do I not want a pair of shoes. And mostly because last week my favorite pair of brown T strap wedges broke beyond repair. Guess those $10 Target clearance pair served me well.

If we were having coffee, I'd tell you wedding plans were going great, which wouldn't be a lie. I may not mention that attention to detail is not my strong suit and getting the excel of all the addresses pained every single muscle in my body.  But it's done, and it better be accurate.

If we were having coffee, I'd talk about how cute my little niece and nephew are, and how I could probably snuggle them all day and still need more snuggles.

If we were having coffee, I'd probably mention my current hair growing saga and obsession, and then ask if you thought it looked longer. Hint: there is a wrong answer to this question.

If we were having coffee, I'd have probably been up since 5am because I am a weirdo like that, and because I swear I am 29,481% more efficient in the morning.  I get the whole sleeping in thing, but working out and cleaning the house after work is seriously my LEAST favorite thing ever.

If we were having coffee, we'd probably talk about how Lydia from RHWOC is expecting again, and how that's probably the only show that I feel deeply invested in.  I try to watch good shows, I swear.

If we were having coffee, I'd ask you where 2014 went, because quite honestly, it's already gone. What the heck?