I have so many it's hard to keep track - but today I scared myself.
I was sitting at the picnic table at work - by myself.
The picnic table is attached to a tree - via a cable cord thing. Well somehow I got my leg stuck in the loop and was convinced it was animal caressing my leg.
SO I freak out - my hands go flailing in the air when I've the ibbie jibbies and then I look down and realize that it's the stupic picnic table cord and I'm glad no one is the parking lot and can see me - but I'm sure the people with the window offices in the adjacent building thought I was fire for 3.2 seconds.
sigh. today is just not my day.
if you haven't guessed I'm trying to bump the pinata down so no one at work sees the fiesta dong.
but my secret new addiction is: klondike bars - so when I'm feeling more motivated, I'll tell you (all 4 of you) what exactly I'd do for a Klondike bar.
like I'll keep up and provide and entertaining link every day...
www.poopreport.com
all thinks poopy.
Check out my friend F.Rey's post: http://www.poopreport.com/Stories/how_to_traumatize_baby_girls.html
I should shower. But I'm too lazy. Unmotivated. and smelly.
I should have had lunch. I was hungry. But, again too lazy and unmotivated m&ms and doritos were even tasting a little gross.
I should have done my hair this morning. It was a bad case of bed head. I brushed it and called it good then looked in the mirror hours later and was horrified. I could scare small children with this hair. But alas, too tired and unmotivated.
I should write something mildly entertaining. But I've got nothing, lazy, slothful me. I'm in a funk today. Let's hope it has to do with not sleeping well last night.
This is the first day of autumn - I should enjoy the weather outside after work, nah, who needs outdoors when you have a comfy chair to sit in and play stupid scramble.
I do have some things to write about, but ... like a broken record - too lazy.
magical sunglasses
more about cleavy mcgeee my constant work annoyance
birthday twins
nesting fever/ baby fever - it's happened, the unofficial clock is widening my hips (ok so maybe that's my carb-o-holic diet.) and making me baby crazy.
"parsley" for sale
deardiary
awkward moments
movie review
writing the book -asyou can see my writing blog has been unattended to for quite sometime.
closet smoker.
Until I get motivated though -- this is all I've got.
