It was an historic weekend, gentle reader.
First off, I got a little sick. Which, I will admit doesn’t sound exactly historical. Until you consider the fact that I got sick on a weekend, when I could just lay on my bed and have the husband be in charge of everything. Ev-er-y-thing. Cooking, child-rearing, cleaning the kitchen, etc. (The man made crepes for Sunday lunch- who knew he had such hidden culinary depths? And why did it take thirteen years for me to discover them?)
The whole weekend was like being on a really nice vacation. With a few chills and muscle aches thrown in for good measure.
Second historical happening: Early Saturday morning before I started feeling like ran over hamburger meat, I went shopping and bought myself some clothes. As in, clothes I will wear and not the children. Also, adding to the historicalness (I just made up that word), the clothes came from an actual department store and not a second-hand clothing place.
(If you’re feeling the symptoms of shock, please put your head between your knees and concentrate on your breathing for a few minutes until the sensation passes. And let me reassure you that each item was either on sale or from the clearance rack. I didn’t completely lose my head.)
I’ve had the goal of purchasing myself some new clothes for a while now. It even made my bucket-list birthday post earlier this year. So on Saturday, I finally got to cross that item off my list.
Third historical happening this weekend: One of the items of clothing I purchased was a pair of jeans, that are exactly similar to my other jeans, except for the fact that they are a size smaller. <fist pump in the air!>
Like I said, gentle reader, it was a historical weekend for me. Anything historical happen for you?