In no particular order:
-I am in a funk
-All I want to do is sit on the couch, eat chocolate, and stalk people on the Internet. Some may call this depression. I call it hibernation.
-I need to start taking my age seriously. I guess this means cold cream and caftans? Bring it on.
-All I want for my birthday is a vacuum. Eureka I hate the one I have now! Of course Dyson is out since the Husband is turned off by the smugness of the British guy and his "revolutionary" ball design. I guess the Husbo just prefers fixed axles? I don’t think he has anything against Oreck though. Hey Oreck, can your people get in contact with my people (me)?
-Everyone needs to give Paula Dean a break y’all. No one gives Jay Leno a hard time for having his own late night talk show even though he probably shouldn't because he mumbles. P.S. Diabetus!
-What are the odds that when I was taking a shower a water droplet would land perfectly on a mole I have on my leg (creating a sort of magnifying illusion) and then stay there long enough for me to notice and think that the mole was suddenly twice the normal size and absolutely wonky? Yeah, definitely a scary couple of seconds.
-How is it that I’m nearly thirty-one and do not own a heating pad?
-Sometimes I find it hard to listen to classical music because it reminds me of Hannibal Lecter.
-Now is probably a good time to regret laying out in the sun lathered in baby oil, when I was a dumb teenager.
-I should also probably repent of pouring a packet of Kool-Aid mix into an obscene amount of sugar and just eating it straight up Pixie-Stix style . . . when I was a teenager.
-I, Redhead, made and ate a homemade sausage egg McMuffin everyday for the past four days. I am out-of-control pleased, and excited about the whole “homemade” part of that statement.
-I am currently weighing the pros and cons of Nair. The End.
A totally necessary picture of my tired eyeball, and a homemade Egg McMuffin.