If I were awesome, I would have fresh baked breakfast bread on Sunday mornings.
If I were awesome, my shoes would always be polished.
If I were awesome, I would make my bed every day.
If I were awesome, I would be able to find the USB cable to my camera to download the radical photos from our family trip to Disneyland last weekend.
Alas, for these reasons, I am not awesome. In conclusion, we all lose.
I also picked out a few fashion and lifestyle trends, as well. A girl's always got to keep a sharp eye. I'm offering a pre-emptive "You're Welcome" for the awesome tips that follow.
Stripes are the rage for the boys.
Dirt is the rage for the girls.
Tacky is the rage for land yachts.
And bummed is the rage for the poor soul running the Flea Circus.
Now off you go to file those tips away for the season!
Well. My efforts were in vain.
My neck of the woods is 1034 degrees today. In fact, look what we made for breakfast.
Actually, we didn't. But she did.
Hey, guy who wrote the song, you're wrong.
You can tell me that the rain cleans the dust and such, but I'd be thrilled with...
And then I remember how I do love sweaters, though, and scarves and wool socks and fires and hot chocolate and snuggling. And coats and hats and gloves and coming in from the cold to a warm house and soup and warm bread and an old quilt. Mmm. Bread.
OK. I'm OK with this now.
Welcome back, Winter.
The air filled entertainment (jolly jump, air slide, etc.) is not a babysitter. If you decide to leave and go get a snack while your kid is "being a kid," please do not be surprised when you return to find me going ballistic because your kid trampled my daughter. If having a child was going to cramp your style that much, you should have brought a snack or considered adoption.
I blow up balloons. I keep it simple. I keep them beautiful.
I make people's day.
I encourage every single person who stumbles onto this post to shut down your computer, leave your house, and go buy or borrow a copy of The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins. Then you will be frantic to read Catching Fire, so you might as well pick that up at the same time. Then, you will find yourself in "a state" because the third book has not yet been released, and we can all wallow in misery together.
Go. Shut off your computer and go.