Craptitude begets craptitude.
Craptitude begets craptitude.
I feel thin. Isn't weight like age? You're only as thin as you feel?
Cussing is such a delicious vice, an art form if done properly. I'd rather someone call me a [BLEEP] with a smile on their face than to say SHUT UP and mean it.
Imagine what a chainsaw trapped in a bucket of mucus sounds like. Yea. Got it? Now try sleeping next to that.
How sad to learn that you have made your sister angry by discovering that you are no longer on her Top Friends list on MySpace.
If you can flip yourself into the air and execute a triple somersault before landing effortlessly in a split, WHY on earth would you follow such a thing with rolling around on the mat while doing little fluttery hand movements that cause me to wonder if you're covered with fire ants…?
Religion is the only thing that I don't like organized.
Pencil stubs just disturb me.
Today I heard something I thought I longed to hear. "Go away, Mommy. I wanna play alone." It wasn't as great as I'd hoped.
I was innocently doing my grocery shopping and I turned down the chip aisle, heading straight for the Doritos. Suddenly, I was gasping, coughing, and my eyes began to water. I had just walked into someone else's fart cloud. There were three or four people further down the aisle in front of me, none of whom were looking particularly guilty. Worse, there were two people coming up behind me. Damn the Doritos! Full speed ahead! I didn’t want them to think I did it!
April rain: plants likey.
Plants happy: I happy.
I wore sneakers and sweats to my wedding. My husband wore jeans, engineer boots and a green t-shirt with a skull silk-screen. When our daughter married he wore a full black tux, and I wore a black designer suit and heels. We've come a long way.
To the woman who keeps leaving a pile of toilet paper next to the toilet in the woman's bathroom. Stop it!
Blogging from a Blackberry in a moving car should be an Olympic sport.
I temporarily lost my mind last night while we were at the mall and went into Forever 21. Who was I kidding? I think that store ought to be named "Hideously Unflattering to Everyone Over 21."
When he graduated high school, he said to me: "Mom, I bet you'd thought you would never see this day." To which I replied, because I'm quick that way: "Oh, I knew I would see the day. I just wasn't sure how old you would be when I saw it."
There are just some truths that are best left private.
Does Mother Nature have a customer complaint department?
My head feels like it could implode at any moment, or maybe explode - I am not clear on which - but it hurts whatever 'ploding it is going to do.
~Mommas Tantrum (who can now be found here)
How is it that you can never remember what mom just asked you to do 15 seconds ago, but can effortlessly recall a keyboard shortcut I showed you last weekend for your Lego Star Wars II video game?
I chalk just about every physical symptom up to anxiety. I'm thinking my gravestone will read: "She thought it was a panic attack."