We’ve got t-minus TWO days until the month of July, and Darrin and I are practically mourning the end of summer. How is it already the end of June? How?? Why does this always happen?! I’m going to be one horrible mess once we start having kids. Or buy dog. Whichever comes first, I guess.
Moving on, as Time would say. Less-than-graceful moments from last week!
- I don’t recommend texting and walking at the same time. You may just run smack dab into a closing elevator door and bruise your elbow. Floor two please…yes, my arm hurts. #millenialproblems
- FYI: when your husband tells you to thaw the meat he’s going to grille for dinner in hot water, he actually means place the frozen meat in a zip-lock bag and then place the bag of meat under hot water. He is not instructing you to soak two frozen pork chops in a bowl of hot water. Doing THAT would just be silly, my fellow domestic housewife. #facepalm
- Grunting at the gym while you’re lifting three times your own weight is understandable. Encouraged, in fact. But grunting at the gym MUCH louder than you meant to grunt while doing knee push-ups is most definitely frowned upon. Or just awkward.
- Poor Darrin has to pry open each pistachio shell before he can consume the pistachio because his wife doesn’t know her “nut lingo.” I guess “shelled pistachios” means “pistachios without shells”? Because THAT makes sense, English language. I blame this one on YOU.
Thanks for stopping by! Have any less-than-graceful moments of your own?? Have a great rest of your Monday!