It’s pasta lunch week at the Busy-Lazy house. The boy has told me that the lunches I make for him taste “OK,” but what he really means to say is, “They taste like boogers.” He doesn’t want to hurt my feelings, which is nice, but I don’t think he realizes that I’m unflappable when it comes to my cooking because a) I know it’s always hit or miss and b) he has to eat whatever is in his lunchbox anyway, so commentary aside, it doesn’t really matter.

I barely got out of the house on time this morning because I couldn’t figure out what to wear. Plus, a few years ago I had every single pair of suit pants taken out because I gained a bunch of baby weight, and now none of my pants fit properly. On top of that, I couldn’t find my black belt, so I walked out of the door belt-less this morning, which meant that my pants were falling down my butt all morning. Not a cute look.

It’s going to be busy day and a busy week. I should probably buy a black belt during lunch, lest I show up to my meetings looking like an ass-crack exposing plumber.

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