On Impulse

When you are on hanging on the verge of "could be labor" status for over a week straight, turns out you start to do funny things. You might invest too much of your late evenings examining slideshow photos of Kim Kardashian's allegedly altered face - none of which you other half seems even remotely intrigued by, or watching True Detective alone because for some reason it's the one show that sends your couch partner to sleep almost immediately with the start of each new episode. Remaining so clueless in fact that he might ask the following morning if it's "a comedy?" seeing that the extent of his knowledge is that it stars Woody Harrelson. You might help yourself to a second bowl of ice cream (small, but a second) or find yourself, at last resort, lost in the glimmering world of Pinterest, where you happen to stumble across the cutest little basket purse and see visions of your summer, post baby, packed in that little woven bag. A perfect place for packing fruit, or sandwiches on the go.

When, in fact, you might ever be "on the go" again.

Thanks Meadow and Mark for making me happier than another bowl of ice cream.