Tuesday ~ The Day I Ate a Bag of White Powdered Donuts

Let me tell you about my week:

 Studied paint swatches until I was blue in the face. Literally. All my "gray" paints kept turning blue on the wall.

Made multiple trips back and forth from home to the new house. 

 Decorated, prepped and primped for the barn dance.

 { my new camera lens mug (aka the coolest mug ever!) // dance prep }

Danced the night away and didn't get to bed until well after midnight. There was no glass slipper involved.

Got in bed but then had to chase down a hairy spider that had fallen from the wall and behind/on/into my bed.

Woke up so sore I could literally barely move. 

{ a few quick shots of the magical evening }

Spent 6+ hours with two amazing brothers painting my room what finally became the perfect gray.

Rushed madly home and went to a hang-out night with my peeps. Covered in gray paint.

Went to church and groaned every time we had to stand because I was so sore and tired.

Spend all afternoon walking around Ikea. I did get my bookcase and a piece of chocolate cake out of it.

Spent a fun evening around the fire pit with my family bundled up against the wind. Bittersweet time, as it was my "going away" party. 

Spent the rest of the evening packing up my entire life into boxes.

Got in bed and cried myself to sleep because it was my last night to sleep in my bed, in my home, with my family.

Went bed shopping with Dad and couldn't find any. Hence, one more night in my own bed, in my own home, with my family. 

Had four new tires put on my car, went shopping for staple household supplies (who knew laundry soap was so expensive, huh?), picked up my bookcase from my soon-to-be-house.

Spent the evening painting it. 

That's been my week.

{ too-blue paint swatches //  the key to "my" first house-away-from-home }

This morning so far?

Woke up without nearly enough sleep.

Almost got in a wreck on the freeway.

Got to watch two cars have a honking/finger-flipping war over who was actually responsible for the near accident.

Ate almost half a bag of white powdered donuts because it seemed like the best idea at the time.

Got honked at by a van of prison inmates. 

Not sure if that was a compliment or not.

 To my lovely blog friends, wonderful family and the quiet blog stalkers who read this blog...

Have a lovely day filled with adventures.

Even if that adventure is simply a bag of white powdered donuts and wearing flip-flops under your office desk where no one can see.