I was just sitting here all melancholy thinking that I really didn't have much to write today, then I remembered it's WHINEY WEDNESDAY!!!!
And right now, I can't think of that many things to whine about, but I'll give it a shot. Usually I get whine-inspired as I get going.
* I have a headache. I've had it all morning and so far it shows no signs of worsening or lessening - it's just there.
* My foot doesn't hurt today. Now, one might wonder why I am whining about being pain-free, but when you consider the fact that its not hurting because I am wearing tennis shoes and I'd really rather be barefoot, you'd see that it truly is cause to whine.
* Why do flipflops have to be so bad for you when they look so darn cute?
* I miss Cousin Stacey. (I think this one's pretty much standard on my WW posts.)
* My utility room is a mess.
* My office is a mess.
* My dining room is not as big of a mess as the utility room and office, but it's still a mess.
* "I want an Oompa Loompa now, Daddy!"
* The soap opera dialogue that I'm listening to is really starting to get on my nerves. Get a grip, woman. Of course she's probably going to kill you because that is what evil twin stepmother clones do to their illegitimate son's second cousin's nanny's former boyfriend's girlfriend. Geez, everybody knows that.
* I still don't have the new Harry Potter book.
* My husband ate all of my Oreo 100 Calorie Packs.
* Oh great, now the soap opera I am listening to is in the middle of a "I have all of my makeup on in the morning and my hair is perfect and no, darling, your breath doesn't smell like rancid cauliflower on a July afternoon" love scene. I really need to turn off the TV.
That's it. I'm done whining. I'm going to go turn that TV off now and take some Tylenol and then close my eyes and will this headache away so that when the kids get up from rest time we can go outside and enjoy this 75 degree weather that I am SO not whining about today!
I was born a semi-diva. I married a redneck. Through the magic of osmosis or just because of a serious lack of sophistication over the years I have found a balance of the two that make me who I am today. And then I write about it all, much to the chagrin of my mother.
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