Mack
In lieu of the past couple weeks, my household has been turned upside down by a demonic existence known as Mack. He's so darned cute, though, that his mischievious ways are easily overlooked. For instance, he recently stole an entire light fixture from the garden and ran around the backyard with it. Then he returned to the garden and began digging it up. Lovely. But I can't resist his adorableness! (Is that even a word?) I have this weird habit of talking baby-talk to pets, but not to actual human babies. Hmm. My maternal instincts are off. Anyway, I have a whole string of nicknames for him:
- Mackie-Mack
- Mack-Attack
- Macaroni
- Big Mack
- Mackinaw
- Wacko Macko
I need something better to do with my time... Hey everybody, I have Thursday, Friday, Saturday, AND Sunday off of work! It's a miracle!
My nose is crispy. I spent a good 2 hours in the pool today soaking in the sun's sweet rays... and this is what I get. A crispy face.
Today was PB&J's birthday. (I have to admit, we've been getting along pretty well as of late. It's starting to concern me. Oh well, give it another week and I'll find a way to fuck it up...) Ahem. As I was saying, she turned the big 4-2. Wow, that's ancient. I can't imagine what all of us are gonna be like when we're middle-aged. When I'm 42 {shudder}... I'm gonna have a sweet car- an El Camino!- and I'm gonna be the weirdest mom ever. I'll still be going out with the gang on Friday nights and probably come home drunk every so often. (Don't worry, I won't drive.) I'll still blast my music and act dumb and klutzy because- face it- Mallory wouldn't be Mallory without the blondeness and weirdness. My kids are gonna be crazy... my 3 boys and 1 girl. (Who agrees that girls are too much trouble? Admit it- they are. But just watch- I'll end up having like 6 girls... Ahhhh! I'd shoot myself!) Wow, thinking about being middle-aged makes me tired. As long as I have a somewhat stable life, I'll pull through. Woot woot. LMAO. Boy am I tired. Nighty-night.