I am completely disfunctional at writing today.  I've started two different entries: one about the fight that consumed Chad's and my Sunday morning, and one about blush.  Both SUCKED. 

But suffice it to say that Chad and I are never having children until he learns to be a lighter sleeper (or, at least, a nicer sleeper). 

And also?  I bought this cheek/lip stain on Saturday and it's definitely been the best $30 I've spent in a very long time.  Trust me on this one.  I also use it on my lips.  The newest color, Tickled.  And it's UH-MAZ-ING.  Thank you, Amalah, and your makeup know-how.  I wore it on Sunday morning, and a lady in the hallway at church stopped me and said that she just had to tell me that I looked beautiful.  I knew it was because of the lovely, flattering, and natural-looking pinkish glow that was coming from my cheeks.  And I thanked her graciously.  Because I don't think a stranger has stopped to tell me how pretty I look since I was about four years old.

I also kind of wanted to write about the Sondre Lerche concert we went to on Saturday, but I didn't take any pictures, and I don't really know what to say except that it was a better show than I even expected.  And it was hilarious, because a bunch of us middle-class white folks were crowded into the Gypsy Tea Room to see Sondre, while just on the other side of the brick wall, an entirely different demographic was at Gypsy Ballroom to see Public Enemy.  And occasionally when the door between the two walls opened, we could hear the raucous sounds coming from the other concert, and we'd all laugh.  Because we were all there to calmly nod our heads along with a Norwegian male singer-songwriter's music, not to start riots, which is what it sounded like in the other room.  I'd also like to note that there was a metal detector and two large bouncers at the entrance to the Ballroom and nothing, hardly even a ticket counter, at the Tea Room entrance.  Just a skinny white girl who laughed at the various pronunciations of Sondre's name.

(It's Sawn-Druh Lair-kay.  SARAH.)

But, alas, I can't find a good angle on anything, and everything I was writing sounded more sad and pathetic than the usual tone I prefer, which is slightly tongue-in-cheek.

I will say that I took a three-hour lunch today to celebrate my upcoming birthday with my coworkers.  And I don't feel guilty about it at all.  Not even the banana creme pie.

I will also say that I  have the feeling that this is going to be a really important week.  And not just because I will be turning 24 tomorrow.