Well, right now I’m watching the ACM Awards and cooking supper. I’m running a little behind schedule, but that’s not a bad thing since watching the ACM Awards affords me the opportunity to see what Carrie Underwood is wearing. I’m always looking to her for fashion inspiration since our legs are practically identical.
*ahem*
I have to admit, though, that I’m about sixteen kinds of tickled by Reba McEntire’s hair tonight. It reminds me of how she wore it in the 90s, and if she’d push Blake Shelton to the side for about three minutes and sing a heartfelt rendition of “Fancy,” I wouldn’t mind it one bit.
In fact, why don’t we just have a “Fancy” moment right now?
I do enjoy an occasional “Fancy” moment. I also enjoy an occasional “Does He Love You” moment, because in addition to some top-o-the-lungs harmony, the hairstyles are nothing short of exceptional.
I believe I’ve ventured down a country music rabbit trail. I do apologize.
Anyway, our weekend has been a good one. Last week was a long one (I mean, technically it was the same length as every other week in the history of ever, but it was so jam-packed that it seemed to last longer, and I believe I’ve now over explained sufficiently), so we were all in pajamas by 6:30 Friday night. Saturday we had soccer, and it was extra fun because the little man played goalie. The look of intense concentration on his face makes me want to clap my hands; honestly, I don’t think I’ve ever paid that level of deliberate attention to anything – unless maybe it was to count and make sure that we got all eight pieces in our Popeye’s bucket-o-chicken.
Oh, I’m kidding.
Except that I’m not really kidding.
After church today we ate at Chuy’s since, well, we were breathing, and once we finished with a few post-lunch errands, we headed home, where I made the bold choice to put on my pajamas at 2:30 in the afternoon. IT MADE ME SO HAPPY. I have washed about six loads of clothes, and as soon as Mad Men comes on in a few minutes, I’m going to tackle folding this ever-growing pile of clean clothes in the guest room.
Seriously. What is it with laundry and me? Why are we always at odds? Why can’t we reach some sort of truce? Why doesn’t it ever go away? Why can’t it take some initiative and put itself away?
If the laundry doesn’t watch it, I’m gonna take a hint from Reba and put all of it on a boat and BLOW ‘ER UP.
Desperate times, people.
Desperate times.
Boo, we ate at Chuy’s today after church too! Love that place!
I think my favorite Reba duet was The Heart Won’t Lie with Vince Gill but Does He Love You was a very close second….actually it’s probably a tie. :) No telling how many times I watched that video on CMT.
1.) My sis and I used to sing “Does He love You” as a very- ahem- smashing duet. Probably not the best song choice for young gals, but there ya have it!
2.) We, too dine at Chuy’s often, because we, too are breathing.
Have a good week!
Well, I have never been to Chuy’s. Don’t think it was there in the Ham when I last lived there, and I guess my friend’s have been holding out on me, because no one has suggested we go there when I am home visiting.
Loved the “Does He Love You” video. I remember those college days like it wasn’t twenty years ago. Oh, the hair.
While I thoroughly enjoyed reading your post, as I always do, I giggled with anticipation of a Jessica Simpson FANCY NIGHTS reference. Alas, there wasn’t one, but just remembering that Boocast, I had a good laugh! I love puttin’ my jammies on on Sunday afternoons!
I had completely forgotten about Does He Love You? The hair-perfection! Remind to always stay on Reba’s good side though.
Sounds like a perfect day to me. I could eat Chuy’s right now & it’s only 6:56 am :)
We don’t have a Chuy’s here in the middle of the continent, but we are getting a Chik-fil-et (is that how you spell it?) in my neighborhood! Yay!
But, I DO fold my laundry in the guestroom while watching TV! I knew we were kindred spirits!
we were in Atlanta and ate at Fox Brothers BBQ. Oh the heaven! and alas the wait but it was worth it. Spent time with my children and grand children. Came home and changed to comfort clothes as well. Glad your weekend was good. Just couldn’t get up the energy to watch the awards show. Miss the good singers (the ones I know) and don’t know the rest.
Saw Reba last month at the Houston Rodeo… Love her and all of her songs! I turned the awards show on last night and then decided I did not have the energy to watch the whole show, so I turned it off. Love the idea of jammies on a Sunday afternoon. My fear is of company showing up and having to explain that I’m not sick, just enjoying a lazy Sunday afternoon.
Morning! I very much share your happiness over Sunday afternoon PJs not much better than a life that affords us that! I also am battling the laundry and each time the piles overtake me I understand nudists a bit more!! When I finally get it all done, I announce to kids and man, “OK! That’s it, nobody gets to wear any clothes for the next three days!” If only!! Have a great week!
I threatened my family once that I’d make them go naked for at least two days, just so I could enjoy empty laundry baskets.
Interestingly enough, my husband was fine with it. Go figure.
ALL aspects of laundry are of the devil. Dirty laundry (think post golf sweaty footies and grippies); clean laundry (think folding); wet towels on the bathroom floor, laundry on the bed, laundry in the den floor (where I fold). Yep of the devil.
All I can add is a hearty AMEN to your laundry situation. And when you’ve figured it out, please come to Tallahassee and perform the same miracle at my house :)
That laundry battle is an ugly one. Best fought with lots of prayer and dynamite.
soooo glad I’m not the only one with a giant pile of laundry, except mine is ALL THE TIME! I just tell my husband…at least we have clean clothes! Hopefully, my boys won’t remember the laundry pile when they grow up! Just enjoyin life and forgettin’ the laundry! Happy Day to you!
Back when I worked in student ministry, we had a fundraiser for a missions trip and I thought it’d be fun (“fun”) to deliver singing telegrams. Someone requested we sing “Fancy” to a man named Lyin’ Willie who owned a car lot downtown. I love Reba! (And I love George Strait, which has nothing to do with your post, but I like to declare that whenever I can.)
Oh, my goodness, but the comment about “deliberate attention and counting the pieces if chicken” just threw me into hysterics!!! My 2 little dogs think that I’ve completely lost my mind! Too funny!!!!
Oh, BooMama – I just LOVE you – your “trains of thought” are unbeatable. :) Thank you, yet again, for a before-bed laugh. :)
Oh the depths of the laundry depravity! It taunts & tortures me oft. Like now, but LO I say…that is the tinkling of the washing machine bell. Thus this laundry soldier is off to switch & then off to slumber. We who are about to switch & sort AND SLEEP, salut you!