Making: Beds. Breakfast. Lunch. Dinner. Tea. Coffee. You know, all the thrilling things.
Cooking: Cauliflower soup. Tacos. Roast chicken and veggies. Because apparently I am not very original.
Drinking: Four dollar sparkling moscato from Aldi. FANCY.
Reading: Various library books, including:
Without Merit by Colleen Hoover.
Loved it. Read it in 24 hours.
Now That You Mention It by Kristan Higgins.
Loved this one, too. Read it in 24-48 hours.
Trawling: I do not trawl. What am I? A fisherman?
Wanting: I pretty much have everything important in life. Family, health, food, shelter... hashtag blessed and all that. But I'll still take a truck load of cash, thank you very much.
Looking: At the ceiling fan and thinking I should probably clean it sometimes. But how would I recover from such excitement?
Deciding: Which book to read next.
Wishing: We could get away on a holiday.
Enjoying: The cooler weather. I can wear my pajamas all day. Don't judge me. Hmph.
Waiting: For the kettle to boil. Exciting times if I don't say so myself.
Liking: The end of school holidays. HALLELUJAH.
Wondering: If we are sorta kinda maybe jinxed or something. Just me catastrophising again. As you were.
Loving: Quiet time I scored yesterday while Mickey Blue Eyes took the boys to the movies.
Listening: To Mickey Blue Eyes clattering dishes in the kitchen and birds chirping (is that a word?) in the distance.
Considering: Running up and down the street stark bollocky naked. Just to liven things up. But that would be ridiculous. I don't run.
Also, is bollocky a word?
Buying: Groceries. Just for something COMPLETELY different.
Watching: Ridonkulous melodramatic movies on YouTube (shut up, I don't have Netflix). You know the ones. Based on a "true" story, starring Shannon Doherty or some other D grade faded television actor. I scoff and eye roll at them but then subsequently do some comprehensive research lazy internet searching and find it they are essentially true. Truth is stranger than fiction, people.
Hoping: Cups of tea can make themselves at some point in the future. Like, say, in five minutes. Surely we should have the technology by now?
Marvelling: At the word "marvelling". Isn't it MARVELLOUS.
Needing: A kick up the ciber.
Questioning: Life, the universe and everything.
Smelling: Tea.
Smelling: Tea.
Wearing: Trackie daks (Australian for sweatpants), teamed with an attractive purple jumper. I know what you're thinking. I should really jump into that "everyday style" hashtag thing pronto.
Noticing: All the mother's day propaganda in the store catalogues. As if all we do is eat chocolate in our pajamas all day. Hmph. Oh wait...
Knowing: I know nothing. Not a thing. Zip. Nada. Sweet FA, as the saying goes. Clueless.
Thinking: People are weird.
Admiring: People. They're SO WEIRD and they don't even know.
Getting: Fat. Well, fattER, if that's a word.
Disliking: The fatter thing. See above. But apparently not enough to actually stop eating two thirds of a packet of chocolate covered peanuts in one sitting on Saturday. The final third went to my family, so I do share. Kinda. Sorta. Shut up.
Opening: Books. What else?
Closing: The fridge. Sometimes. Mostly I open it. Which answers the above question. Ahem.
Closing: The fridge. Sometimes. Mostly I open it. Which answers the above question. Ahem.
Feeling: Fair to maudlin, as the saying goes. Or is it middling?
Celebrating: Well, I haven't eaten anything in a full ten minutes. That certainly calls for a celebration! And there's only one way to celebrate: with FOOD! 🍨🍧🍦🍩🍰🍪🍫🍬🍭🍮🍮🍳🍳🍔
Pretending: I'm a sane, rational, functioning adult. Tricked you! Snorts.
Embracing: Mr 9. Love that kid.
So there you have it. That is me tacking stock this amazing April.
What are you celebrating in the month of April?
