In the past twenty four hours :
- I made a five year old cry minutes before he left for school. He has a loose tooth. Just not loose enough to come out. I refused to A: pull it out and when that plan failed I refused to B: allow his brother one quick punch.
- I broke four dishes while washing dishes. In my defense, I had a great plan to occupy the three year old by letting him dry. I just failed to catch the ones he look a baseball ‘ed me. I caught some of them. After four, I made him go watch Shrek.
- We managed to trim all of Smokey’s claws on her front feet. It only took two people, a dog bone, a leash, seven band-aids and one episode or crying (me - she scratched right by my eye. It hurt)
- My dad gave me my moms old mixer. I bet it is older than I am. I used it to make gingerbread dough and it started smoking. I forgot about the smoke but was reminded by actual flames and meted plastic this afternoon. Some one Remind me to put the smoke detector back together in comments please. Preferably in the afternoon.
Listen, here’s the thing. I got nothing. Zip. Nada. Zilch
except…
- It’s an addiction
- We are decorating Gingerbread men tomorrow.
- It’s an addiction
- I hate snow. Guess what it has been doing all fucking weekend
- I’m addicted to this
- How big is this dog going to get? Do normal three month old puppies stand up and take things off counters?
- Holy fuck. I’ve wasted five minutes when I could have been playing this!
Is it just me or is bloglines seriously fucked right now?
Wow. I’m actually going to do more than click the “upload a photo if you are willing to wait six hours” button!
A lot has happened since I caught teh lazy. I’m not entirely cured, hence the bullets!
- I have been taking maximum opps per day on PayPerPost.
- I made Seventy nine bucks today :o) (!245 this week !)
- This is good as my only real source of income went on strike today.
- Well.
- She didn’t. Her mom’s work did.
- Excellent timing what with Christmas in a few weeks
- Fuck.
- I was going to get a big ass Tattoo In the beginning of December, but now I can’t
- Unless
- Would the boys accept that my tattoo is our gift to them?
- Yea, Thats what the husband said too.
- I break for KitKats
- No really, I stopped typing long enough to eat a mini KitKat.
- And a Coffee Crisp
- They are excellent, especially dipped in coffee!
- They say the strike might only last a week.
- if it does, I will only lose a hundred bucks.
- So I hope it does only last a week.
- Unless I win the Lottery.
- That would be good.
Meh. I’m tired of The WTF Bullets. Are you or does the sudden full line text confuse you? I’d hate for that to happen. One minute you are fine the next you will be circling the blog with that annoying slack jawed look on your face, trying to convince my stat counter it is in the mood for anal.
Really. It isn’t. Please stop, you’re getting lube everywhere!
Pee ess: I lied about not hitting the “upload a photo if you are willing to wait six hours” button! There are lots of pictures there. Bowling, RM’s Birthday, Some of them were taken by a three year old, some by a five year old and some by me. See if you can figure out who took what.
In a bit. Cus. It takes like six hours for blogger to understand a picture is something to be viewed and not screwed.
- Just talked to my StepMommy and for Thanksgiving I will be bringing two pumpkin pies, two cherry pies and an apple cake. There will be so many people there that no one will notice if I sneak in a blogger friend or two. Who’s game?
- Also. My wonderful amazing StepMommy has seventeen boxes of books for me. SEVENTEEN. It’s all I can do to think about that number and not cum. Seventeen. mmm…
- Just before my StepMommy called I talked with my brother who put doubts about my puppy into my head. this scares me and it is up to you guys to calm me down. I’ve already fallen in love with my unborn puppy! Halp!
- How do American Kids play “Doctor”? I mean. What if they don’t have insurance?
- I am really tempted to ask for a refund (again) on my Where Was I template. I cannot contact my designer, although her intermediate has been super sweet, and I am tired of waiting. Very tired. And then I found out there are people who have been waiting even longer than I have (three months on the eighth) and that worries me even more.
- Today I did the most whorish post EVER on Paint!. I wrote about Tequila. WTF? I don’t drink beer much less tequila. I am officially now more of a whore than Fab. YAY!
And lastly
- Today I wrote a three part post over at paint. At eight this morning an intruder of the eight legged kind attacked my ceiling fan. If you are interested, here is part one, two and three.
- Don’t worry. There was a happy ending!
Uhm.. Here! Have a Picture!!1!
I
still haven’t quit
