In trichotillomania.

The word of the day is: Poppycock.

I had intended that to be a bag of Poppycock, the caramel popcorn, but it was out of stock at the four stores I went to looking for it.

Given that I don’t particularly care for sweet popcorn, I figured four stores was enough of an effort to have given for something that other people were going to have to eat.

So instead I decided to eat cinnamon-roll-flavored Frosted Mini Wheats while standing next to three tubs of homemade actual cinnamon rolls.

While wearing a Game of Thrones inspired cloak and my luchador mask.

Yesterday didn’t go as planned.

It didn’t really go anywhere.

All the stuff I was going to do stopped with the going and the doing.

So I read and we puttered around the house.

Today is more puttering and then tacos.

Because school starts back tomorrow.

And we want the kids to make a good impression.

Hence farts.

I might nap.

I definitely need a shower.

And more coffee.

See ya’ tomorrow.

More soon. ~SC