It's Tuesday!
1. I, for one, do not care that Sara Evans left Dancing with the Stars, nor do I care about her rather sordid-sounding divorce.
2. I now have 40 whole friends on MySpace. A couple of months ago I barely bothered with it. I am SO POPULAR. (Not.) I haven't actually met any of my "friends" in person, although I have read several books by some of them and I read the blogs of some of the others faithfully. It's fun, though. Like listening to Justin Timberlake's music, I can't seem to help myself. And, of course, I can say I am Sting's friend. Who could pass that up? Not me, baby.
3. My daughter peed on my left arm today. We were sitting on the couch, reading a book, when all of a sudden my arm felt extremely warm and wet. I looked at her and was like, "The potty seat is right over there. What is the problem, yo?" (More or less.) Ugh. Guess I haven't totally moved past the bodily-fluids-on-mommy stage yet. If I could just get the kids to stop using me as a tissue, it would really help. And if we could make it through one accident-free day with my daughter, by God, I would buy her a Barbie or something.
4. I need to go to a nearby McDonald's and schedule my daughter's third birthday party for her little friends. It won't be too big, but I need to do something or she'll be in therapy cursing me 20 years from now.
5. Going to get ready for bed now, I'm dead tired. Nighty-night!
2. I now have 40 whole friends on MySpace. A couple of months ago I barely bothered with it. I am SO POPULAR. (Not.) I haven't actually met any of my "friends" in person, although I have read several books by some of them and I read the blogs of some of the others faithfully. It's fun, though. Like listening to Justin Timberlake's music, I can't seem to help myself. And, of course, I can say I am Sting's friend. Who could pass that up? Not me, baby.
3. My daughter peed on my left arm today. We were sitting on the couch, reading a book, when all of a sudden my arm felt extremely warm and wet. I looked at her and was like, "The potty seat is right over there. What is the problem, yo?" (More or less.) Ugh. Guess I haven't totally moved past the bodily-fluids-on-mommy stage yet. If I could just get the kids to stop using me as a tissue, it would really help. And if we could make it through one accident-free day with my daughter, by God, I would buy her a Barbie or something.
4. I need to go to a nearby McDonald's and schedule my daughter's third birthday party for her little friends. It won't be too big, but I need to do something or she'll be in therapy cursing me 20 years from now.
5. Going to get ready for bed now, I'm dead tired. Nighty-night!