You know what sucks! Diapers. I changed a diaper like 30 minutes ago and the poo stench is still lingering. If I had any umph in me right now, I'd light a match. But I think they are buried in some junk drawer. So I guess I wont breath through my nose for a while.
So I got a check for $41.00 at church last week. And even though it was just a reimbursement for some money I spent for Primary. It still made me happy and was the highlight of the experience that sunday. In fact, I may just spend a little more for Primary as a way to trick myself into enjoying church. It could work, for a while at least.
I want a kitten. Kind of. Something to think about. I also want a baby, kind of. Something else to think about. You know what's eerie? Walking though the grocery store full of pregnant women, like really pregnant. Everywhere, women with bellies, and little babies and then seeing a 2 year old in a shopping cart point at you and look you square in the eye and say "baby!" What?!
So why is it drug dealers have crappy cars? But buyers are like pimpin it? Shouldn't it be the other way around? Just a thought.
Uhhh, this isn't really working. The blogging I mean. I still feel anxious. I have decided that blogging is not my brand of numbing.



1 comments:
xoxo and kind of LOL too! you are funny when you're anxious. ok fine, when you're relaxed too. but i love all of it.
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