No…I’m not smoking virtual pot (although sometimes it seems that way on Twitter). I’m stupid sick. And I’m SO CRANKY about it. And have extra work to do, and my back hurts, and preschool costs so much money, and DO YOU THINK I’M GOING TO WIN THE LOTTERY TOMORROW?
This picture makes me smile though (sorry for the double do if you’re following my bizniz on Facebook.)
They met as fetuses (fetusii?), were born on the same day, and they love each other.
Also that is not just a gratuitous picture of my butt. My beloved Lindsey is doing a hilarious series on the regrettable tattoo memes of our youth, and this week is my turn in the spotlight. This is my Tramp Stamp story. (Stop judging me it’s totally literary
And also…when Scott brought home a bottle of Nyquil for me yesterday (not that I needed it, I had big BIG plans to go to a cocktail and pedicure party, but I passed out half-dressed on the couch at 6:15 instead. Because I’m awesome.) Ahem. When Scott brought home a bottle of Nyquil for me yesterday and I noticed the “Parents: Learn About Teen Cough Medicine Abuse” sign on it and I was all: Oh, c’mon teens….get some real drugs. But then I took the [Alcohol-Free] Nyquil and I have to say…these kids could be on to something. Whoop!
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