I had so much trouble with words yesterday. On a regular day, my word recall isn’t always the best, but the night before last was utterly sleepless.
|Now, THIS is a nursery I could get behind. Awesome pics.
By Lars Plougmann from London, United Kingdom
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It was bad. Writing was incredibly difficult for me, and speaking was worse.
Yesterday evening, my husband and I watched a movie called Neighbors. Two of the main characters are a young married couple with a little baby girl. Of course, that meant the nursery had to be done in only pink and white.
When hubby and I have children, we won’t be going the gendered color route. Personally, I hate the color pink, and I’m not fond of pastels in general. Yellow’s not high on my list, either. Of course, as the kid gets older, they’ll be free to develop their own style.
I’m rambling. Sorry.
I turned to him and commented, “I’m glad we’re not going with the old blue or red thing when we have kids.”
My husband just looked at me with his, “try again” expression on his face.
I tried again, “I mean purple.”
He shook his head.
“I…I mean…” I had to pause, because I just couldn’t come up with the right word. “PINK! I mean PINK! Pink or blue! We won’t be doing it!”
Yes, brain, you finally got it right! I’d high five you if you were another person.