Why is it that I have all kinds of random thoughts, but as soon as I sit down to blog them, they all go out the window?
I’m starting to think that it won’t matter how much I sweep, mop, or pick up, my living room will just continue to look trashy as long as there are multiple cases of cookies stacked in it.
I love watching the Olympics. I just wish NBC wasn’t showing it so late at night. I need more sleep.
It’s hilarious to listen to two little girls pretend that they’re having a baby, and talk about how it took 2 years for the baby to come out. Although I’m pretty sure anyone who’s given birth will probably agree that sometimes it sure feels that way.
Why don’t people wear pants that fit?
I wonder if I should have yet another blog for all the pictures I’m not posting over at Project 365. Because some days there are an awful lot. Not that anyone would want to look at them.
I got a Facebook friend request from “Utah Bouncy Houses” and I really have no idea why.
I’m not going to mention laundry this week.
My brother and sis-in-law got to play with baby turtles on their cruise a couple of weeks ago and I am so stinking jealous.
Why are the ants coming back already? I don’t want to deal with this yet! And why are they only upstairs?
I would like everyone reading this to know: I like blogstalkers. You're welcome to visit and welcome to comment anytime, although I would prefer it if your comments were of the friendly variety. Just so we're all clear on that. Visits, good. Comments, good. Ironic mean comments, bad (but funny.)
The princesses in my house just shut me into the playroom. That's probably an indication that they're up to no good and don't want me to know about it. It's a nice day; I think I'll force the royalty to take things outside.