Labels: i love my bathroom, monologue, My Nick
I'm the luckiest girl in the world. Seriously, the world loves me. I'm not sure why it does, but I love most of it right back. I love wrapping presents. Flowers are important. That TOTALLY wasn't me who prank called you, I swear. I love to grocery shop. My boyfriend loves to cook. I can't get enough of kissing him. My bicycle has streamers on the handles. I think if people wanna know about my faith, they'll ask. I look young, and sound old. I love chaos, so you'll always find pets and teenagers around my house. I always have at least one book in my purse. At camp in high school, I was voted "Most Talkative." UNANIMOUSLY. I dance at the slightest provocation. This blog is my mirror, my publicist, my calendar, and my most flattering angle. I am its pushy stage mother. And apparently, I'm important enough to get hate mail. Sweet.
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Labels: i love my bathroom, monologue, My Nick
4 Comments:
Now if that isn't true love, I don't know what is.
After seven years together, when my husband complains about lack of hot water I tell him, "Too bad, get your lazy butt up first next time!"
(but then I take a very short shower the next day and leave him shampoo bubble hearts on the shower glass...shhhhhh...don't tell!)
Hee. That's sweet.
I never shower. It seems to work well with us. Once in a while I'll just spray on some Febreeze. It really works to get the stank out.
**Ok ewwww. That's actually funnier when you just think it but when you read it out loud.... yuck
Hee, hee. Maybe I'll switch to that, so there's plenty of hot water for Nick. I wonder if he'll prefer that.
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