I ConfessWednesday we were trying to get to work as early as possible, after waking up and Neil was still not feeling great but still had to go to work to do payroll, but we go into the garage and hmm, the garage door doesn't want to open and the little control panel is freaking out and blinking lights and beeping. After thirty minutes fussing with it, we (and by we I mean me cause my husband's back isn't always okay) open the garage door manually* and head to work. Still managing to get to work 45 minutes earlier than normal but still. WHY GARAGE DOOR, WHY.
*I also got ready for work in less than 10 minutes from waking and still looked hella cute. Just sayin'. I mean, I actually bothered to put together an "outfit" that wasn't a graphic tee and converse (it was: boots/ skinny jeans/ sweater/ hair in my new style/ contacts). And I know I looked cute cause my coworker commented on it and normally she doesn't say anything about what I'm wearing cause I look dorky as fuck. Other things I do that rank me as super awesome wife that has ever wifed: be the bug/spider killer. cat vomit cleaner. lifter of heavy 40lb cat litter boxes. even up the stairs.