Please note: "Highlight" is used quite loosely here.

Oh, just Tom and Clara bein' Tom and Clara...

Tonight I tried out a new recipe from Pinterest and it was disgusting. (It was probably an error on my end.) Fortunately I had also made cookies—so we pretty much just had cookies for dinner. It got me thinking. Why don't we do cookies for dinner more often? No one complained.

Another highlight of the day is that I was stuck sitting behind a deacon with a severe B.O. problem during sacrament meeting. But on the bright side—at least our ward has deacons.

I also got a new calling today. I'll narrow it down for you: not Bishop. Oh fine, I'll just tell you: I'm in charge of the sacrament meeting program (bulletin) and the monthly newsletter and calendar. I'm pleased to admit, that as a graphic designer, this is pretty much my dream calling. I'm not kidding. I've always wanted it. Always. Because sometimes a girl can just cringe her heart out when she looks at ward newsletters with horrible white space and 25 different script fonts. Really, all I want to do is make the world a better place by being in charge of every newsletter on the planet. Anywhovilles, I think maybe I'll start out with a bang by making next week's program a 3-fold, full-bleed brochure. Just kidding. (Mostly.)

In other news, Clara seems to think she's above napping these days. She's good to stay in her room, but she uses that time to dump out every single toy she owns and make floor murals with them. She's always so pleased with herself too. Whenever I come in to "collect" her, she proudly states: "Mess!" I even thought I'd outsmart her by locking up a bunch of toys in her closet, but somehow more seemed to materialize out of thin air, and the mess was just as big. And good heavens by about 5:00 it's quite apparent that she should not be skipping naps yet. It's been resulting in a lot more crackin' of the whip and time outs and what not and often I feel like I'm being such a jerk, 'cause I mean, she's only just barely two, ya' know? And then shoot, other times she can be such a gosh-darn adoracute doll that it makes me love being a mom more than anything in this universe. Raising kids is just a bowl full of bipolar, isn't it?

....Believe it or not, those are the only highlights I can think of for my past week. It's been a little dull and lame and lonely around here (said in a woebegone tone). Will someone come visit me? I'll provide the cookies for dinner.

But wait! One more. We also bought a new bookshelf. This is a pretty lame in and of itself, until I mention how Tom put it on his skateboard and wheeled it from his car to the elevator and into our apartment (it's a wee bit heavy, this one.) And then suddenly such hum-drum news becomes super exciting, right? Tom has utilized the skateboard method before with heavy objects. I'll admit, I was skeptical about it—but it's actually a method that works pretty effectively. Plus, did you know our place had an elevator? I know, I know. We're so posh.

Anyway. That'll be all. I need to excuse myself to go rummage through the kitchen, 'cause homegirl's hungry.