Well, good.

Those of you who know me in real life know that I'm pretty short. Okay, 5 feet 5 inches isn't THAT short, but our countertops in our house were made for taller people. There are only two times this is a real problem: When I need something from a top shelf and the husband isn't home, or when I'm pregnant.

I've officially reached that point in pregnancy where I have to turn sideways to reach the kitchen faucet without squishing the baby.

Yes. Really.

I don't have a fave five today. It's been a week and my brain is fried. I'll try again another time.