Happy Friday, everyone! We have some things to talk about, but first, I have found who I want to be when I grow up. Watch. This.
Y'all. That lady (in the red...pink?...jacket and cute little bandana headband) is 60 years old. SIXTY! She is my inspiration. I can't even dance like that now, but it is my new goal in life to be able to bust moves like this when I am 60. I could not wipe the grin off my face while I was watching this. You KNOW that gym was going c.r.a.z.y. I so wish I had been there. How awesome is she?! You go on with your bad self, Miss Shirley Clements.
In other news, the Publix bakery is my kryptonite.
First off, let me express my sincere condolences to you poor, miserable souls who don't know what a Publix is. If you just arched your back and exclaimed, "I'm not a poor, miserable soul! How rude!"--bless your heart. You're living in misery, and you don't even know it.
My sister-in-love was over here a lot last week while my niece was at VBS, and she commented at the end of the week how impressed she was that there were still a couple chocolate fudge cupcakes (which were from the Publix bakery, of course) in the fridge that had been in there at the beginning of the week. I breezily replied that they just weren't my weakness.
Lynds, pies are my weakness. Sunday afternoon, the hubs and I hit up Publix after church to get some subs for lunch, and we ended up in the bakery. Typically, when I'm shopping alone, I have to avoid the bakery at all costs or inevitably, I will come home with 3 dozen donuts, 6 dozen cookies, cupcakes, and maybe even a birthday cake for good measure--nevermind that it's nobody's birthday. But Sunday afternoon, with my husband there to control my impulse to buy all the sweets, we wound up in the bakery.
We ended up with two pies. Apple and pumpkin. Both pies are gone, y'all. We bought them less than a week ago, and they're gone. Lest you try to console me with the fact that I didn't eat two whole pies by myself in less than a week's time because I live with a big, strong man who surely ate more than his fair share of the goods, let's just say that we split the apple pie equally, and my husband doesn't like pumpkin pie. You do the math.
Moving on. It was time to update my look this week with a new toe color. Yes, I have been rocking Barbie hot pink toes since the middle of April--don't judge me. I decided to actually go buy myself a fun new color. I haven't bought a new nail polish in quite some time, but this one caught my eye whilst I was doing my grocery shopping, and I ended up bringing it home. It's my first essie nail polish, and the name of it is "turquoise & caicos". Cute, right? Anyway, I like it a lot, but I have something to say:
I am cursed. Every time I paint my toenails, one of my big toes ends up smudged. Every. Stinkin'. Time. It doesn't matter how long I let them dry, somehow, they get smudged. Why does this happen?! I realize this is not a very big deal, and if people even notice my toes in the first place, they certainly don't notice that the polish on one nail isn't perfectly smooth: but I do. And it kills me a little. Does anyone have any tips on this? Cody says I need to dry them with a hairdryer...something about the heat locking it in?....he's so pro. Anyone tried this? Does it work? Am I crazy for even talking about this?
This little guy got his hair cut yesterday. When we couldn't see his eyes anymore, we decided it was probably time for a trim. At 10 AM, I dropped off my big, fluffy, cuddly dog. At 2 PM, I picked up this skinny little dude. I didn't even recognize him! I told his groomer we wanted to go a little shorter than last time since his hair grows so fast. Well, they definitely took me at my word, although they left his tail and ears a bit longer so you can definitely tell he's got some kinda poodle going on. He's still the cutest puppy in the world, but it's taking some getting used to. If it were up to me, he'd just stay a shaggy overgrown mess all the time, but people give you nasty looks when you're walking a long-haired dog in the heat of the day in summertime in Florida. Whatever. He's a dog. He'll live.
Confession time: (what? you thought my pie-eating habits and the fact that I left my toes alone for over two months were confession enough for one post? think again) I bought another movie adaptation of Little Women. This brings the grand total of Little Women movies I own to three. If you read Monday's recap, you know how much I love Little Women, and you also know that I already have two Little Women movies.
The one I bought this week is the 1933 Katharine Hepburn version. To date, my favorite is June Allyson, but actually, I haven't seen the Katharine Hepburn version since I was a little girl. I plan on watching
all three my new one this weekend, and I'll let you know if June Allyson still holds first place in my heart. I like watching movie adaptations while the book is still really fresh in my mind so I can be hypercritical and snobby about how much better the book is comparatively.
Ok, let's wrap this post up with something redemptive, shall we? How about a Psalm of the Week:
"Why are you in despair, O my soul?
And why have you become disturbed within me?
Hope in God, for I shall yet praise Him,
The help of my countenance and my God."
These words are in three different places in two Psalms: verse 5 of the 42nd Psalm, verse 11 of the 42nd Psalm, and verse 5 of the 43rd Psalm. This hit me because how often do we get something right the first time around? We have to consistently remind ourselves of the truth, and cling to it with everything we've got.
Hope in God.
Hope in God.
Hope in God.
Have a fabulous weekend, and please, send me all the tips on how NOT to smudge your toenails after you paint them.