“Mom, I’ve decided I want to be just like Dad when I grow up.”

“Really? Why?”

“Because he’s so cool. He goes to work everyday and drinks beer. Sometimes eats beef jerky for dinner. I want to be like him.”

Silence.

He takes my silence for hurt and says, “Okay, I’ll be like you too. I’ll scream at my kids to clean their rooms.”

After approving comments for my entry titled, “I Want A Day At The Spa” I hit the save button and then BAM! The entry disappeared, yet the comments and title remained. I posted a HELP scream on Twitter to which no one replied.

<insert whine here>

It is like a twisted late night Thriller in which entries grow legs and run from your website. And your cries for help?

Ignored.

<insert falling on the ground, pounding your fists and wailing at the top of your lungs here>

Today is an In-service Day for the kids. I’m taking Eden for a day at her old preschool so she can visit with her old teachers. She still refers to her preschool as her ‘REAL SCHOOL’ and this public school kindergarten that her parents make her go to each day? Totally fake. It is only forced upon her because her parents are mean, vile people that like to torture small children by colors and the alphabet in a public school setting.

We also like to torture animals. This is from the notion that my husband won’t let the kids have a pet, which of course leads any sane person to believe it is because he hates them and tortures baby kittens when no one is looking. Because nothing says “I HATE BABY KITTENS” more than not allowing your children to own one.

I have two giveaways coming up, two product reviews and an exciting entry about my trip to the DMV.

It’s like a huge bubble of fun and giggles right here on this site.

You just can’t get enough.

My last post has disappeared. I have no idea where it decided to go, but I know it was there…because there are comments for it. 

So is this a new trend that I do not know about? Entries growing legs and then simply running away? Please. If you’ve seen my last entry, could you tell it to come back to its rightful place.

I mean it.

“Jaime, your shoes are on the wrong foot.”

“Don’t be silly. I think I could tell if they are on the wrong foot.”

“Yeah, you’re right. You could. But obviously, you can’t tell that you are wearing different color shoes.”

Silence. Apparent realization, that yes, I have on a blue shoe and a black shoe.

“Why play games with me? Why not just say that I have two different color shoes? Why the wrong foot scenario?”

“Because didn’t it make you feel a little good that even though you may not know your colors, you do know your right foot from your left?”