I can't tell you... exactly how much I love America. But it's a lot. Hurry up, July 4th!
I can't tell you... how much I love a good country song. Also, country dancing is the ultimate pleasure of mine.
I can't tell you... how anxious and excited I am to find out if I'm preggo or not. This is one test that I want to pass so badly that it hurts. I keep praying!
I can't tell you... how many glasses of wine I will drink if I get a negative on that important test. I haven't had a sip of alcohol since I started Clomid almost a month ago. I am honestly not a huge drinker, but that is something that I absolutely plan to do if it's a BFN.
I can't tell you... how busy and difficult my two grad courses are this summer. Sad. But, a big fat hello to the end being in sight. #iseeya
I can't tell you... how excited that I am to babysit this princess on Saturday. Have I mentioned before that her and I are best friends forever. No lie.
I can't tell you... how odd it feels to know that hubster & I have been married almost three years. It's already time to look into photographers for our upcoming annual anniversary shoot. (See year one here, and year two here). Pure excitement ensues.
I can't tell you... just how clean my house is right now. Since I am helping to host a baby shower at my casa on Friday, it's pretty much spick & span.
I can't tell you... how much I enjoy self-tanning. I don't like the idea of fake baking in an actual tanning bed, but applying a tanning bronzer to the skin just gives me that much more sass.
I can't tell you... exactly why I have an hour & half attention span when it comes to movies. I always zonk out after my time has expired. We attempted to watch "Her" last Friday, but momma bear (what I call myself), decided to hit the hay before finishing it.
I can't tell you... how much I enjoy the smell of leather. I even buy leather-scented candles. Is that weird?
I can't tell you... enough: I eat Mexican food every day. It never fails.