Sunday night thoughts . . .

I got my car back last week but I can't say I'm exactly thrilled. For some reason I am bitter that it let me down and I just want to get rid of it. It's 6 years old and has 120,000 miles . . . time to move on. I've found my last 2 vehicles on Autotrader and I will probably start browsing that website again soon to try to find a good deal.

Just because boobs are large and they look nice under a shirt, doesn't necessarily mean they are pretty in their nakedness. However, most dudes are just happy to see naked boobs and they don't care what they look like.

Tanner and I haven't had a date night in over 3 months. I think it's time.

My To-Do list keeps growing and my Want To-Do list keeps growing. But seriously, who am I kidding. I'm thrilled just to be able to take my time in the shower, and, if the kids happen to be napping at the same time, shave my legs.

Lauren moves from her bassinet in our room to the crib in the nursery next week. It makes me sad. I will miss hearing her take her little baby breaths, sigh little baby sighs, and make little baby farts throughout the night. I'm 32 damn years old and farts still make me giggle . . . I guess we never outgrow some things eh?

The baby weight I have lost is slowly making a comeback. I'm a shitty dieter so I need to get back into my running shoes and hit the pavement. Maybe I'll sign up for a 5k to make me motivated.

I've been feeling a need to build stronger relationships with the people I care about.

Have you tried the new Reese's mini's? They are my newest junk food obsession. Delicious!

I put Turner's spring photograph in a frame today and pulled out all of the old ones that I kept behind the most recent pic. I reflected on how much he has grown and how he doesn't look like a baby or even a toddler any more. Having kids certainly does make time fly. I heard it a thousand times, but until I had a child of my own, I had no idea how true that statement is.

I think long fingernails are disgusting on men and on women. Every time I see them on someone I wonder how much crud is sitting under them and I gross myself out.

Why is it that I used to get 8 hours of sleep and still feel tired but now I get 6 hours of broken sleep and feel great in the morning? What happened?

I hope my brain doesn't keep me awake much longer tonight. Sometimes my thoughts are unable to keep quiet making me reflect and think into the wee hours of the morning. It's exhausting and really unproductive.

I should buy some sexier pajamas. My bedroom attire screams 'body in hiding'.

Good night all.