I am a good Mom. No, I am a great Mom…or so I keep telling myself that. I’m not really into “pats on the back” so the words are usually converted into little bites of Godiva, which means that there are a lot of little empty gold bags laying around. They make for elegant decor…or doggie-doo bags. Just don’t mistake the new from the old. Yes, it’s Monday. Just sayin’.
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Last week a friend told me I wasn’t very funny when I was pregnant. Personally I challenge anyone to strap on a 30 pound watermelon, try to shave their right leg…oh, and then crack a smile. Look, it’s not about being funny. Looking funny, yes. Being funny, no.
I am so excited and honored to be a part of such an amazing group of Hottie-McHottie writers! I will do my best to not let you down or offend (too much).
My Army National Guard husband got off for pass this weekend before heading off overseas. I went to pick him up on Friday for Tiger Day and family day, and we made some good family memories. But, this morning I had to send my husband back to Camp Shelby, MS. for the second time, when I really just wanted to “kidnap” him and keep him here…
I can’t feel my left shin. Let me rephrase that, my left shin is numb. It has been that way for four days now. Is this the beginning?
What is around the corner for me, having a bottle of Tums on my nightstand? A medicine cabinet full of aspirin and liniments (because that is what you call it when you get to a certain age)? Metamucil taking up permanent residence on the kitchen counter?
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