Friday, December 9, 2011


I can't remember who I'm bitching at so I call my cat my kid's name.

My kid pretends to be a robot and I let him.

I have to force-wash said kid's hair.

I step in cat puke in my bare feet. This is never a good way to begin a morning. 

All I am is a back-scratcher.

My house smells like scorched beef and my winter jacket smells like caramelized onions.

I read online menus and salivate.

Salivating is something I'm doing a lot of lately. 

I really honestly don't understand where the weird comes from.

I am concerned about my friend SB's brazilian wax. I feel bad for her-it was traumatic. 

Washing kid's hair isn't terrible.

The end...

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