Some Things

Ugh, people, I have nothing. NOTHING. So instead I shall ramble about some stuff I'm thinking about right now:

But first! I just ate some wax(ed) paper. It tasted like tzatzki ASS. And that's because I'm eating a heated-up food court gyro. Which, EW. Must concentrate on something else. Like flowers and kittehs.

I was right [fist pump and a huzzah!] about KLC on American Idol. I'm SORRY about her horse, because I like the horsies, but SHE HAD TO GO.

There is a pickle on my bed-side table. (Yeah! Go on and digest that, internets!) The baby, she likes her pickles, so she does. The other day, we went upstairs for her nap and I found clutched in her little hand, a grimy pickle. I removed it and uhm, it's still on my nightstand. Albeit a tiny, tiny bit shriveled. (Am thinking of keeping it. And naming it Ernie. Maybe I'll knit it a wee sweater.)

My Boobs hang out (A LOT.) [Like how I capitalized BOOOBS?] I noticed the other day that my water delivery man spent a loooong ass time here while picking up and delivering our water. Perhaps it's because I forget to uhm, get dressed, before he shows up? SHEESH.

The daughter (oldest girl, age 9 going on 27) got her hairs cut today. (TOTALLY HER IDEA) It's been 27 or 29 months since she's gotten it cut and she hacked off a good-ish 6 inches. We got into the van and suddenly I HATE IT. IT LOOKS HORRIBLE, MAHHHM. I LOOK LIKE A BOOOOYY! (Her hair is past her shoulder, so I don't know what the fuck that's all about.) Of course, once we went to see Dad, and he oooh'ed and ahhh'ed over her hair, suddenly we are Top Model and must swish hair here and there. Meanwhile mother stews, because YOU NEED YOUR FATHER TO VALIDATE HAIRCUT? I DON'T THINK SO, MISSY.

My manicure was total waste. Whilst I loved massage, hot chocolate wax treatment and lovely polish application, the effin' thing chipped on day 1, 3, 4, and 6,8 and OHFUCKITI'MTAKINGITOFF. Toes are doing fab. I went with lovely sort of carmel espresso color and I LOVE IT.

Have not heard from the mothership in 1 1/2 weeks. Did she party too hard in ALBURRKERKEY? Or is she avoiding me because she still hasn't gotten her birthday card? I vote for the latter. The baby.

The husband took the kids (minus Anemia Boy who is STILL ill) to the mall tonight for spring clothing. (I KNOW! Who's husband goes to the mall for kids clothes? Did I marry a secret gay man?) He shopped at Mexx Kids, GAP and then Old Navy. Shorts, capris, t-shirts for all! Total amount spent: Enough to cover my Boob rejuvenation. Gee...Thanks, hun.

I just spent 37 minutes on Dan Zanes' website watching videos. Apparently my Playhouse Disney fetish is not lessening. (Husband: Please tell me you did NOT just turn up the TV. Me: Shhh...Choo-Choo Soul is on!) Perhaps I should look into some help.

ANNNDD... finally, am disturbed with this. Who has time to create such things? And who the fuck would want to eat it? I can just imagine my kids' horror upon finding one of those in their lunch bags. Enjoy your lungs, kiddo!

Comments

[Giggy]

Love this post, I truly wish I could write this much when I had nuttin' :-) AND I love that your husband shops for the kids clothes (How lucky are you!!)

[Me]

Hey, thanks for commenting! I'm doing the Namopoblomo or whatever the hell it's called and I'm having such a hard time coming up with content. Because I'm LAME LIKE THAT. (And yes, I am lucky! I stayed home last night and had a glass of wine. Yep, just me and my pickle, hanging out.