...na na na na.....
You can describe my general disposition today by merely looking at my car. I'd love to say my garage contains a sleek Porsche, shining like the top of the Chrysler building. But instead in my driveway sits a 2003 SUV. A very dirty SUV. With lots of fingerprints and monkey stickers taped to the window (because Stink "decided to try an experiment") and a handful of stale Goldfish stuck under the seat.
And while I wouldn't change it for a clean car and no life, today my car (which is me people... are you still with me on the analogy?) is tired. It ran around all day with preschool, shopping, errands, post office runs. It finally got a break and got a car wash, but even that took immense amounts of energy and concentration. When one has to beg for a shower and still ends up with crust in her crevices, it's not a good sign. (Okay, now I'm talking about the car. Sort of.)
I'm going to shut off the computer for the rest of the night. I'm going to make tacos. I'm going to stick the kids in bed by 6. And then, if I'm lucky, I'll watch a movie with Rex.
But most likely I'll pass out. I'm also PMSing, and unlike my car who got dried off under the rag, I'm soon to be on one.
And that's just ca-yukky for the energy.
Good night, ya'll.
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Those snacks under the seats are going to come in real handy if you become stranded. They make good emergency food supply. All those people in shiny, new, spotless sleek Porche's will have to starve.
We're on the same estrous cycle, I swear.
Damn estrogen...
Don't ya hate those days? Trying to shower all day long but never getting there, then realizing that The Flow is coming and you haven't got time to pamper yourself through it? Those are the days I question the wonder and beauty of being a woman...
But then there's chocolate.
LOL!
Amisare - Like I wrote to you earlier, that was a funny line. Thanks for the laugh.
Mommyham - Damn estrogen is right.
Maggie - When I first had Stink I would indulge in a big Hersheys shocolate bar with nuts almost every day. OOOH, mmm........
Pam - I'm here to amuse you.
I always felt up high, safe and tiny in your SUV when we sped to Costco for pizza on our lunch breaks. The total opposite of the white car I once owned: a 1963 Ford Falcon convertible with (aaagh!) lap belts!
xoxo KD in SF
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