- Your husband goes to get the mail and does not come back with the little red envelope from netflix containing Season 1, Disc 1 of “The Facts of Life” that promised to be there after your mailman came today.
- You’re so cranky you don’t feel like playing the Recycle Nazi and let that piece of paper you see on the ground stay there.
- You feel so glad that you don’t have to entertain any kids while daddy’s at work tonight, so you settle down to read a book. Then you start thinking to yourself, “Wow, I’m really tired. I wonder how close to bed it is?”, look over at your clock, and notice it’s only 4:15 p.m.
- Not even a PB&J on really squishy white bread can cheer you up.
Archive for the 'bleh' Category
I just don’t have it in me to write lately. I keep thinking of these fabulous posts, and then *POOF*, they disappear! Which is really irritating, because I know you’re all dying to hear what’s going on in and out of my head.
Mostly I’ve been stressing about getting ready for B’s baptism on Saturday. My family is going to be here and at first I was just feeling the love like I never had before about it, but now I’m like, “Damn, I’m still fat! They’re just going to be disappointed in me again!”. Which isn’t entirely true, but no amount of medication is going to change how I think about that.
I have such a raging headache from not sleeping for the past few days, you’d think I’d be crawling into bed right about now. Or two hours ago, whatever. But Honey’s away for a friend’s wedding and there’s no one here to force me to go to bed. You know how they say “who you are is how you act when no one is looking”? Yeah. I guess this non-sleeping business doesn’t speak too well of me.
Ok, now I really am just babbling and avoiding going to bed. So I really have to.
Toodles.
