Good morning! 😎
I have major anxiety about today because I’m visiting the dentist again. In my Confessions of a Sugarholic post, I mentioned the four cavities that I need to have filled. (Too much sugar + bad genetics = lots of cavities.) Today’s appointment is for #3 of the four cavities.
If having a cavity filled isn’t stressful enough, the practice that I go to kind of sucks. (I’m planning to transfer my records to a new dentist after this appointment.) The dentist who works on my teeth is really sweet, but she’s young and seems like she has no idea what she’s doing. I’m always nervous about what she’s going to do to me! 😯
The worst part about the practice, however, is the receptionist. She is such a witch! She’s totally unfriendly and unhelpful. I assume she just hates her job, but it’s such a hassle to deal with her.
Ok, I’m done complaining. I’m just not looking forward to this afternoon.
On a positive note”¦ yummy breakfast this morning!
I have a full day today, so I woke up bright and early with my husband to make us a batch of butterscotch oatmeal. I told Mal about yesterday’s butterscotch oats and he really wanted to try them!
In the mix:
- 1 cup rolled oats
- 1 banana, sliced
- 1 tsp butterscotch extract
- 1 cup soy milk
- 1/2 cup water
- Chia seeds
Makes 2 servings
I also added a big scoop of Teddie peanut butter to my oats. (Mal doesn’t like nut butter in his oatmeal. What a weirdo! 😉 )
I also drank a glass of iced coffee with breakfast.
Remember how I mentioned going to yoga yesterday afternoon? Well, yoga class was replaced with shopping for new boots. I really needed a new pair.
The pair that I had been wearing were dangerous. The mental rod in the heels was completely exposed! They sounded awful on concrete– you could hear me coming from a mile away!
Two winters ago, I spent a fortune getting the heel repaired, but, clearly, it was a waste of money because it only lasted one winter. I should have just purchased a new pair all together!
I guess you could say that I had trouble parting with this particular pair of boots””sort of like my beloved Seven jeans. I had grown pretty attached to them. They were so comfortable, and I had a lot of good times in them.
Long story short, I was sort of forced into buying a new pair. I wasn’t allowed to wear the old boots in the house because the exposed metal would wreck our hardwood floors. So, with a little prodding from my husband, I finally bought a new pair.
Check out these babies! Fun, right? And they fit over my huge-ass calves! I usually can’t find tall boots that fit. I’m in love.
Question of the Day
Is there a piece of clothing (or accessory) that you just can’t part with?