Day Late, Dollar Short

So What If...

I made my first pot roast last night & when K got home from work he checked it and it was still raw. It was finally finished around 10.

I can't see. Blind as a bat & don't wear glasses.

One of my favorite parts of the day is when K gets home from work. And I can pee alone for the first time all day. 

I'm pretty sure, for real, I have a tumor in my neck. For real. 

I ate half a box of oreos for lunch yesterday. The baby wanted them.

Today I feel so bad I would like to call in sick from my job. And so what if today I want to give a big sarcastic smile to people who think stay at home moms don't "work". Try throwing up with a one year old pulling on your hair and yelling help! milk! milk! MAMA!

I want one of these, really, really badly. 

I'm still rockin' some bronzer in these winter months. I'm so pale and I can't spray tan with baby on the way.  Cut me some slack then call me orange. So what.

I hoarded all the good candy from the trick-or-treaters for myself. {more on this travesty later}

I name my baby "your favorite baby name of all times, I was gonna name my baby that!" Sorry, I'm actually pregnant. Kinda have dibs. 

Until Next Time, 

The Guff