Some days, I would rather be anything but a mom and wife.
I cried a little bit when I heard the local zoo had to euthanize an elephant last night.
I saw a woman at the gym today. I went to high school with her and I hated her back then for being all too perfect. I was wickedly gleeful to see her varicose veins and cellulite when she changed clothes to go take a yoga class.
I have no idea what I'm going to make for dinner tonight and I don't really care.
I haven't heard from my mom for over a week. I'm hoping she didn't become bear food in the mountains somewhere.
I was ultra-crabby last night, and honestly, I don't know why.
One flower bed down, two zillion more to go. Unruly's rose bush MUST be planted today and so must the honeysuckle.
The first few days of my new work schedule I felt guilty for leaving at 3 p.m. I don't feel guilty any more.
I might be fat, but dammit, I'm flexible!
Coffee in the morning...tea the rest of the day...wine at night.
Too many good books...not nearly enough time.
One day I will finish those cross-stitch projects.
I miss acting.
The sound of tearing paper grocery bags makes my teeth hurt.
I've put off my annual gyno visit for four years because I just don't wanna go.
Picked up some "all natural ingredients" laundry soap. Yeah, I'm allergic to it. Explain that one.
For some reason I'm craving a giant turkey leg, like the ones you find at Ren Faires.
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"I might be fat, but dammit, I'm flexible." Bwah hah hah hahahahaha!
That's so me! My sister is amazed that I can nearly do the splits and I'm still carrying about 80 extra pounds.
Good news, your Mom hasn't even seen a bear this week. She has helped tame a wild mustang, partied on St. Patty's Day, saved a few lives, read a good book, and has moved and left no forwarding address. Miss you!
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