I don't know why I torture myself by watching Steel Magnolias. I truly LOVE the movie, but I always end up crying myself into a blubbering mess by the end. Truth be told, my reaction to this movie has only gotten worse (x 1000) since I now have a daughter of my own. And, in case you were wonderin', I am not a pretty crier. Like most things, I go all out... tears, snot, can't breathe, red blotches, swollen face--the works. This is definitely a movie I should not watch in public... Just sayin'
Guilt-ridden Easter candy is my personal enemy. It either goes into my already hyper two year old along with my motherly guilt or into her mother and subsequently her mother's thighs along with my womanly guilt.
The other day I was confessing my diet-lacking sins to my poor husband who was not paying attention to me. Imagine! Out of nowhere he says, "Your grass is growing"-- referring to the yard that needed mowin'. My selective hearing dropped the "gr" in "grass" and became quite offended at his frankness in referring to my backside. So, now the common sayin' 'round these parts regarding my round parts are "I know, my grass is growing". Guess it is time to talk to El : / ... Just sayin'
Toys that require screwdrivers to change batteries should be outlawed. It is a pain in the patootie and irritates me. If I can't figure out how to keep my kid from sucking on a battery, perhaps I shouldn't be parenting... Just sayin'
I am sooo over laundry. Mounds of dirty laundry...mounds of clean laundry... and socks--blech! I am considering a boycott. So, if you see me wearing the same outfit for a week, you will know what's going on... Just sayin'
My husband makes killer bruschetta. I never really liked it until he made his own Julie and Julia version and it was amazing! I can't wait to try it with summer fresh tomatoes. Yum! Could eat a ton of it... ahem... like I said, I need to talk to El. Just sayin'