Today, I called one of my BFFs to give her some great news (dude, I got a great new job in Canada Post!) and ended up being told.
"You've totally fallen of the wagon. You were supposed to post every day for a month. I click through every morning. You've missed two days!"
I honestly don't know how this woman's kids can ever disappoint her on purpose. Cause seriously my friends, if she ever gives you what-for you'll be an apologetic mess.
"I just don't have anything to say!" I cried out in defense.
"So say that you don't have anything to say!" she told me. "But make it funny."
So yeah. No pressure.
I really don't have anything to say. My kids are healthy. My job is good. John is looking all sorts of yummy lately. What can I tell you?
I could tell you that there are days where if I see one more sweet old lady count out fifty-four pennies, I might drive my truck into the Mississippi River (we have one here in Almonte too.)
I could tell you that Alex is again not wearing underwear and I'm getting impatient. I really hope he'll give them a try one day, but I doubt it. He's digging his heals in here and it's stressing me out. You have to wear underwear! It's like, a rule!
Or, how I got a load of the empty wine bottles in my pantry and was even the slightest bit embarrassed. I was actually quite proud to have sucked back that much vino on my own. It's like a Mom's version of a beer can divider wall.
How about that I bent my engagement ring at work? I showed John and he said "Aw, babe. That sucks. I should get you a new one!" and I yelled out "REALLY!?" and he snorted and said "No, babe, not really."
As it happens, I could tell you so much more, but the Gleevas are on their way to watch Glee. I spent FIFTY BUCKS on junk food. It's gonna be a good time.
