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Some days I go to work super early because it’s quiet and no body is there. Not because I want to get extra work done, but because I want to catch up on my blog reading and illegal internet surfing.
I don’t own leggings. I feel like this makes me an outcast in the social media world. Like I’m missing some vital part of the so called “momiform.” Maybe I’m missing out, but honestly they give me bad 90s flashbacks to my jr high days when all I would wear were stirrup pants and oversized sweatshirts. Those are fashion moments I don’t care to relive. Ever.
The week Hostess went out of business and people were snatching up Twinkies left and right, I thought I’d be nostalgic and pick up a box of Oatmeal Cream Pies for one last hoorah. Until I got home and was informed those are made by Little Debbie. Who isn’t going bankrupt. Snack Cake fail.
I get a little miffed when I see someone I haven’t seen for awhile and they don’t say one word about my weight loss. HELLO! I’ve lost 85 pounds. Surely you’ve noticed.
I couldn’t tell you the last time we went to church. This bothers me, but not enough to actually go.
I don’t like Will Farrell. Or any of his movies. Including Elf.
Last weekend I went to Target 3 days in a row. A different one each time. I think I need a 12 step program.
I didn’t know Elf on a Shelf had boy elves and girl elves. On one of my many Target trips I just picked one up. When I got home I discovered it was a girl. This may bother some boy moms, but frankly I couldn’t care less.
Once I discovered my elf gender faux pas, I spent my next two Target trips trying to find her the Couture, limited edition, elf skirt. If we were going to have a girl elf, dammit she was going to look like a girl. My husband says I have problems.
This will be Jamie’s 3rd Christmas and we’ve never taken him to see Santa. We may try this year since he’s old enough to actually sorta, kinda get it. But if we don’t, it’s not going to be the end of my world.
The basement playroom looks like a tornado hit and has since last weekend. I have no intention of cleaning it up anytime soon. Outta sight. Outta mind.
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