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Last week the hubs and I had some Champagne to toast my 75 pound victory. I drank about half the glass and felt tipsy. I think it's safe to say that your average high school girl has a higher tolerance than I do.
I'm not a fan of piercing baby ears. I think it takes away that rite of passage of being a girl. I still remember the day my mom and I went to good ole Claire's to get mine done and I can't wait to do it with my maybe one day daughter.
We desperately need some high school girl who can occasionally babysit for us, but I don't know a single one. There's a girl who waits for the bus every morning at the bottom of our culdesac and I want to ask her, but I'm afraid I'll look like some weird lady pimping out young girls in her SUV. Plus I'm too chickenshit to even ask.
Work has really cracked down on cell phone usage, to the point that they claim if they see you using it they have the right to take it away until the end of the day. Seriously. What am I....12?? So now it sits in the cabinet and I've realized how addicted I really am. My hands get all twitchy every time I think I may have an email. Or missed something epic on Instagram. I think I need a 12 step program.
Unless you're taking your pet to the groomers please don't take them to pet stores. It's dumb. While I realize it's allowed, Sparky doesn't give a crap if he accompanies you to buy a new bag of food.
I used to have my exes email password and shortly after we broke up, I would check it on the regular. Yep. That's me. The crazy stalker ex.
I often hide in the kitchen and eat so my toddler doesn't see me and beg for some himself.
I spent an obscene amount of money on a stuffed Willy the Wildcat at Target because of the look on my child's face when he saw it. Who has two thumbs and no will power? This girl.
If you ask Jamie what he's going to be for Halloween, he will tell you Mickey Mouse. Except when we went to try on the MM costume, he flat out refused to wear the ears, so I refused to spend $40 on the costume. He's going as a golfer instead. He's two. He really won't know the difference. Mom fail.
Whew. Feels good to get that off my chest.
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