Zoooooo

I had really good intentions on today in terms of eating healthy.  I did pretty well for awhile and then it was like a switch was flipped and I was EAT ALL THE THINGS!!!!  Sigh.  Not the worst thing in the world, and I didn't eat things that were really awful, I just felt like a bottomless pit.  It was crazy.

On a totally different note, today is Dog Farting Awareness Day.  Most of the comments on my Facebook post were some variation of "we are VERY aware of dog farts at our house!"  It cracks me up that there's a day for this.  It's also Dog Fighting Awareness Day, so I'm wondering if it's related, and if it's a lighter way to bring up dog-related issues.  As I said on this day last year, I will not be incorporating this day into the shoes for tonight's post.

Instead, we will celebrate Zoo Lover's Day!  I have been to very few zoos in my life, but zoo shoes seem rather appealing, so here we go:

Lellie Kelly shoes always seem really fun and really girly.  These are cute and very zoo-centric.

A shoe zoo!

These are shoes representing a specific zoo, but I can't remember which and can't read what it says except that the zoo starts with B.  Panda shoes are always cute, though.

Soooo cute.  They're for kids, but I'd wear them.  If they had a hippo instead of an elephant (not that there's anything wrong with elephants) I could wear them while singing the Hippo Song!

These are my favorite.  So bright and colorful and fun.  The PB could have these for the zoo, or when we read Noah's Ark, or when we go on safari.  You know, like you do with a baby.

I'm going to go to bed now in an attempt to not eat anything else.

Memory Lane: 2013. 2014. 2015.

Slippers

I know, I know.  It's been forever again since I've posted.  The hubby and I have been really busy working on a giant project and I've been too tired to post at night.  I'm exhausted right now, but at least I'll get to bed before 4:30 am like I did on Sunday night.  I was convinced I could finish that step of the project, but it turned out I had another seven hours when I started again at 10:30 on Monday.  Ugh.  Anyway, my cousin posted this series of pictures on my Facebook page the other day, and they seem appropriate for my current level of sleepiness:

I'll take a pair of each and rotate through them every 10 days.  The advantage working from home is the ability to wear silly slippers whenever you want.  Must sleep, now.  As Effie Trinket would say, tomorrow's "another big big day!"

The Many Moods of Panda

Parts of today were actually really good.  Like the conversation I had with my accountant this morning.  I mean, the man is dry as toast, but he had good news for me today, so that helped.  SKD and I got our toes done, and that's always fun.  I got red and she got navy so together we are very patriotic.  I meant to get a picture but didn't.  Did you know she has never had blue toes before?  How is that even possible?  Silly lady.  But then she dropped me off and I could tell right away that the hubby was pissed.  He thinks he can hide it, but he's wrong.  After SDK left I got a giant lecture.  OK, to be fair, it probably only feels like a lecture because as an introvert and an internal processor I can never actually say anything when he's going on about something, so it's just words words words from him and I feel lectured.  Plus, it's an argument we keep having, and I don't know what to say anymore anyway because nothing has helped so far.  Don't worry, I'm not going to give you a blow by blow of the event; this isn't the place to air that stuff.  Although I could, as the hubby doesn't read the blog, so I could say whatever I want and he wouldn't know.  But I'm not going to.  I just hate the block that goes up in my brain when I'm trying to say certain things.  It's like an actual wall that I haven't figured out how to knock down.  And I've always been like this.  When I was a kid I would cry, Mom would ask me what was wrong, and I would say, "nothing."  Not because I didn't want to tell her (usually), but because I couldn't.  Let me take a sidebar to apologize to my mother for all of the crap I put her through as a kid  Soooo sorry, Mom!  Love you!  You know that song, Say Something by A Great Big World?  Yeah...pretty sure that song was written about me.  At any rate, between what felt like a lecture, another round of depression, and that hormonal part of my cycle (sorry, guys) where I cry at anything and everything, I have spent most of the evening crying.  Can't wait for the crying hangover tomorrow.  Good times.

So panda shoes.  Why?  Why not?  Who needs segues?

Today I pretty much feel like this.

But hopefully tomorrow I will feel like this.

Maybe by Friday I'll even be feeling silly.

Because how can I be sad when there are turquoise disco panda shoes in the world?

I just like these because the pandas are the opposite of the way most shoes are done, so I would get to look  down at them.  We could have conversations.  I would call them Manda Panda and Patrick Panda.

And then I'll have a baby who can wear these.  I don't know their names because I don't have a baby to name them.

I'm taking my red eyes, splotchy face and stupid brain to bed now.  But before I go one last picture.  This cartoon is about anxiety, but it also works for depression, and how I feel in many conversations.  (Click on it to make it bigger)