I am hearby declaring August 14, 2007 to be known as The Day of Sh*t. I’ve had a really bad day. No need to go into it because that doesn’t accomplish anything. Instead, allow me to make a list of current things that *could* apply to me right now but, thankfully, don’t.
And here they are:
I am not Lindsay Lohan.
I do not live Antarctica.
I am not one of Britney Spears’s children.
I never have to do a take-home exam again (at least in something really hard).
I will not get called a bitch at work anymore (unless I really eff something up or take the last Diet Coke without putting a new case in the refrigerator).
I am not Michael Vick.
I do not have psoriasis.
There is no reason why I would ever have to speak to Bill O’Reilly ever.
Any other suggestions? Please share…
Z is fo Zombie: My dear friend Maura’s leap into the wonderful world of the undead.
Literally, A Web Log: A crusade I can get behind. Literally.
Alicia: An addition that is way overdue. Her blog is one of my most favorites ever and she is wonderful.
Daniel: Another overdue addition. He’s married to Alicia and he, too, is wonderful. He is also tall.
Mosey on over there and check them out.
- I’ve lost 1 pound and I don’t care where it is.
- Big Phannie is coming to RVA Easter Weekend.
- We *think* some friends from church had their baby.
- Tomorrow is Friday.
- I’ve gotten two, count ‘em two, kind and supportive emails from a parent who used to scare the bejeezus out of me.
- I’m trying out the Yoga class at Gold’s tonight.
- Yoplait yogurt (shut up, Ross, you win) was on sale at Kroger: 5 for $3.
- I’ve already had 64 ounces of water today.
- Today is the last day of our SOL simulation testing.
- This list is finished.
- I was the one that pointed out that the cartoon, talking igneous rock in today’s Science video looked like a piece of poop.
- I was offered a piece of chocolate today and TURNED IT DOWN.
- In the car on the way home from the gym I head Lionel Richie’s “Once, Twice, Three Times a Lady” and started bawling.
- I am completely obsessed with the proper functioning of the folding door I just installed. Like to the point where I bet I won’t sleep tonight.
- I have a very hard time *not* sharing with Ross what I learn during my kids’ family life classes, such as the difference between sperm and semen. That’s right. I just said sperm and semen.
