The moms at Lucy's school are all pretty laid back and everyone drops their kids off with messy hair and sweat pants. Scott swears there's a secret pact between moms to wear black "kung-fu" (capri) pants and talk about mini vans. After we got the mini van he said, "Now you can join the secret society."
I am looking at two granola bar wrappers right by the computer desk, and lots of crumbs. This room is really messy and I don't feel like cleaning.
Wow, there really is a whole wasteland of blogs out there just like mine, huh. Does anyone care? Not really.
Which is why I am no longer on Facebook. Can't say I miss it. A Facebook relationship is not a real relationship.
So, tonight is our second to last foster/adopt class...wow. This is moving fast.
And also, what do they put in Diet Coke? Crack? I am starting to need "fixes" of the stuff.
Last Saturday I took the kids to an art fair and witnessed two people fighting over a parking space. A cop had to get involved and take my name and number in case he had questions. He looked like he just had his 12th birthday party. I wanted to offer him some Silly Bands.
The lack of parking was insane. Then, this lady with 3 teeth offered to let me park on her lawn for $3.
Yeah, lady, and when I come back, my car will be up on blocks.
No spank you.
OK, that's all I got.