Well... not only was I going to be a day late for ISpy... but I also had a lisdexic attack and switched the prompts for this week and last week. In the spirit of bruised pride I'm going to post a really cute picture and wave my hand like a Jedi so that you'll forget about how lame I am.
A Fracking Friday
Oh God where to begin.
I love my husband... but I am going to KILL HIM. He's recently decided to write a daily task list for me. All in the spirit of helping me out (because there's a hole in my head somewhere that one thing always manages to fall out of) I know but it's starting to piss me off. I'm a grown woman damnit! I don't need some one writing out a honey do list for me! BLARGH!
On top of that, we have to get a new car, move into a house we don't have yet, AND have company the entire time in less than 60 days. Well I guess we don't have to get a new car... but 11-14 miles per gallon is seriously eating into the money we use to buy food.
Oh by the way, F*^%%&*(*)^$#@!!! You gas prices.
DAMN YOU "15 minute hell" work out dvd. Not only did I look like a complete tard throughout the entire workout, but now my thighs are screaming for me to kill you.
Frack You mother nature, you and your warm weather and stinky yellow spores and making my dog shed all over. My nose hates you and so does my poor asthmatic vacuum cleaner.
In closing I would like to take this time to remind people that I am not a good pen pal. I will not write on a regular basis because I feel that I don't have much to write about that one would enjoy reading. Hence the blog; where people can read and if they don't like it leave and if they do then Yay!
I have told everyone who has ever met me not to expect a lot of FaceBook messages, posts, or the like. And if I send you a letter or a package once every few years that means I think about you a TON so feel loved. Also I'm a NERD, I do not initiate conversation very often. I'm awkward and my opening phrases are about as ungainly as a baby horse, every one knows this! So stop giving me guilt trips on FaceBook about not messaging you! or calling or whatever. My nature will only change if something drastic happens or I find that 'welcome to adulthood' class I seem to have missed somewhere along the way.
That is all... Carry on.
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