Buying non "all natural" peanut butter. I bought a big thing of jiff this summer for a family adventure and it made me realize how gross that stuff is. Yes, I was raised on Jiff. Yes, I am choosy. No, I will never buy a gallon jug of that assault on subterranean legumes again.
Letting my husband go unaccompanied to the Tractor Supply Company again. Now we have an egg incubator and a new batch of chickens due on labor day. As if 22 hens and one very vocal rooster weren't enough.
Starting a new medical practice. What a pain in the ass. Sorry Karla, Luann and Jen you guys are stuck with me for a while.
Buying an ipad. Seriously, what am I supposed to do when there are no buttons to mash and no control-alt-delete. I find myself shaking the damn thing like an Etch a Sketch.
Drinking a sour mash beer from a certain creative minded brewery downtown. Bleh
Buying running shorts. Not to long ago I bought two running skirts. LOVE THEM. My beef with proper running shorts is the crap between your legs (much like I imagine boys have to deal with) and spandex is, well, spandex. But these skirts are cool. Not to mention cute.
Fooling myself by thinking I can just read the first book in the series. Never happens. No matter how bad the book I always have to finish the whole series. What is it with me? Why do I do that to myself?
Having another baby. We have two perfect happy children who bring us joy on a daily basis. I thank God for them every day. Two I can fit in the back seat of my imaginary convertible. Any more would surely mean a mini-van, my own personal hell on wheels.