I have 6 Brownies converging upon my house in a matter of minutes, so I'm typing fast. I have been a busy woman today and even though blogging should be at the bottom of the list, I still feel the pull of the internet while I go about my chores. It's like the moon pulling on the tides or something. Doesn't the moon affect the tides? I was much better at English than I ever was at science. Annnnnnnnnyway...
I really have nothing to say. I just like typing in this little box. It makes me happy. I like being happy. Happy is good.
If Mr. Diva doesn't find something to do besides play PS2, hype up the children and make messes in my kitchen I will murder him. I am not joking. I have no idea why he picks such obscure times to take his vacations. He just picks a week at random and takes time off. These 9 days would've SO been better spent later on in the year. I guess he just missed his Playstation. I am rolling my eyes as I type that, btw.
I think the Brownies should learn how to give pedicures tonight. And I will be a willing guinea pig.
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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He picks those type of days because he won't have to put up or take down any decorations, the kids won't bother his PS2 playing and he doesn't have to go anywhere or get dressed. I've got it figure out because Mr. Coach was the exact same way. He took off when nobody would be home and "HAD" to work when the holidays arrived.
Pedicures! OH, PICK ME! PICK ME!
OMG.... 6 brownies, playstation, sugar, hubby on the couch. All you need is a nuclear missle and some sleep deprivation, and you have yourself a finely tuned killing machine there.
Love your blog, funny stuff.
Os
Mrs.Coach-Ahh, so you have figured out the method to their madness, oh wise one. I am humbled to be in your presence.
April-They didn't go for it, the little boogers.
Oswald-Thanks for the compliment!
I'm just glad that I choose to use all of those elements for good, not evil. I could rule the world if I ever decided to go over to the Dark Side.
Hi Diva,
I think you should have got them to give Peticures to Hubby. He would have been back at work in no time.
HooRoo
Bec
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