I had a little dress. Then hubby did laundry. Now I have a little sweater. I am also missing some socks and a blouse. The washer said the dryer did it. The dryer refused to answer. Hubby was conveniently unavailable for questioning. I have my suspicions. And my daughter asked me why I was anthropomorphizing the machines in our garage. Except not in those words because she is two, and probably doesn’t know the word “machine.” One day, when she gets older she will read this blog, and then realize we are genetically linked. Tamsen Wolff had something to say about that. Sort of. In a roundabout way.

On a separate note, I recently got a pedicure. Since it is cold outside and my feet will be covered for the next eight months, I got all creative and had my nails painted in dark blue. Totally office inappropriate. For those of you who work with me, I will vehemently deny any accusations of unsafe nail polish wear. Should the subject come up.

Today was my birthday, and I spent the entire day baking ridiculous amounts of cookies. And I may have eaten half of them. To be fair I was only eating the ones that were ruined. And I… er… accidentally knocked over an entire tray. So, you see, I had no choice. I couldn’t let perfectly good ruined cookies go to waste.

Hubby asked me what I wanted for my birthday. I told him I wanted him to leave the house for the day. He did! I didn’t know that is how things work. I am not sure what he was up to, but he came home this evening with a giant role of Saran wrap. It is sitting on the kitchen counter, and I am staring at it right now, wondering two very important things. Oddly neither of which have anything to do with Saran wrap.

And on yet another unrelated note, Tanya and I are going to see Tegan and Sara in February. That’s all.