…I’d order a triple venti skinny hazelnut macchiato. Because, YUM. Also, did you know that a grande and a venti have the same number of shots of espresso unless you ask for a triple? Basically, all the venti does is give you more milk, unless you get a triple….just not ok. Give me more coffee, please.
…I’d tell you I could really use a vacation, but don’t really have the PTO or budget to take one.
…I’d probably show you lots of pictures of my little bug. She is pretty cute, after all.
…I’d tell you how Abbie wasn’t feel well last night and was inconsolable for about an hour. We ended up putting her to bed early, and she wouldn’t eat anything. I was worried and didn’t sleep well. She seemed a little better this morning, but still not 100%.
…I’d tell you how my heart has been a little heavy lately. That I’ve been hugging my girl extra tight and smothering her with kisses because life is so precious.
…I’d inevitably spill some of my secrets. I’m a pretty open book, so it’s not like it would be hard to get them out of me.
…I’d simultaneously be proud and bashful if you mention the weight I’ve lost. It’s been happening a lot lately, and while I’m flattered by it, I don’t always know what to say other than thank you. I feel like I still have so far to go, so it’s hard to accept the compliments.
…I’d probably start telling you how great Fitbits are. I seriously am in love with mine.
…I’d tell you that I am finally finding shopping fun again. It’s been a long time since I felt this way and could actually find things in stores that fit me right. It’s a cool feeling. I’m still in that weird spot where plus sized stores are too big, and many regular stores are slightly too small, but I’m getting there. There really should be stores that only sell size 8-20 or something. the 16 to 14 to 12 transition kind of sucks.
…I’d brag about the sandals I’m wearing. $7.48 on clearance at Target!
…I’d then launch into my love for Target, like every blogger on Earth.
…I’d hug you, even if we just met, and say I have to go back to work. It is a Wednesday, after all.