My mom says she misses my blog posts, so here are some mini posts to tide her over while I dream up something truly brilliant.

POPCORN
Our videographer just gave us our wedding video. The best part is the moment when you can vaguely hear me yelling at Cory for spilling popcorn on the dance floor. Because apparently, in a marriage, it is never too soon to start nagging.

BOOTS
I feel stupid because I bought some furry boots on sale for $6 and wore them to work today, and my boss’s boss, who never dare speaks to me, awkwardly crossed my path at the soup taste-testing competition cubicle, where she said, “Cute boots! Where did you get them?” and I thought, “She likes me! She really likes me!” and so I replied, “Target for $6,” and she said, “Perfect, I’m going to Target after work tonight,” and when I got to my desk I realized they are not boots, they are slippers, and my boss’s boss is going to realize that as well tonight at Target and have one more reason to find me unlikable. The Chicken Fajita soup won.

SPILLAGE
I recently acquired this bad habit where I leave large cups of drinking water on the living room floor, and Cory really hates it because as a result we are constantly kicking over large cups of drinking water that I place on the living room floor, soaking everything within miles and making our socks wet when we walk in it. But I actually knock them over way more (really) when he’s not even home, so he really shouldn’t be complaining so much. Or should he?

OVERTIME
My employer offers Saturday overtime from 6 to 11am every weekend. I never ever show up. I have better things to do. Then today, someone told me we get to wear sweatpants to Saturday overtime. I signed up immediately. Priorities are funny like that.