I Tell Ya

This isn't a 'so what', but really. What's the deal with aluminum foil? Why doesn't it get hot? It's amazing. And, for that matter, why don't we make everything out of whatever that stuff's made of. Like, for example, the cookie sheet. Geez. Burns me every time, I tell ya. 


Yeah, Yeah, it's not Wednesday. I've long given up on posting on the right day...


I said SO WHAT!

So what if I feel bad when people tell me how good I look for just having a baby. I feel like I'm lying because I'm wearing a girdle.

So what if I never, ever know the date. Ever.

So what if I don't have the urge to travel the world. I feel like I am the only person who just doesn't want to.

So what if I just found pink crayon marks all over our fireplace. What. Happened. Here. 

So what if I'm a sucker. I bought car wash supplies from a salesman outside of the gas station the other day. He was a great salesman. K laughed said I got suckered. I haven't washed my own car in 10 years.

So what if most days I am still in my pajamas when K gets home from work. I said SO WHAT!

So what if my perfume these days is baby spit up. I'm getting used to it again. K likes it. 

So what if I'm obsessed. Obsessed, I tell ya, with Jeopardy.
Even Chamblee has jumped on the bandwagon.

So what if my laundry has been in the dryer for 4 days.

So what if my kitchen floors are never. clean. White tile? Forget it. 


So what if I'm flipping out. 2 days, sis. 2 days. 

Until Next Time,
The Guff