Man, I just don’t have the emotional fortitude to watch E:60. I think I cry every time it’s on.
One or both inner seams of all but one pair of my yoga pants (and there are many) have holes from my mighty thighs or have been ripped from yanking them up over half wet and lotiony legs so tonight I decided to start sewing them up instead of getting new ones. I’m three pairs in and my right pinky finger is all cramped up.
One of my old friends from high school just discovered what a vile person Ann Coulter is. Like, where the fuck have you been for the last forever that you are just now figuring this out?
We were at the grocery store this afternoon and I stuck some individual apple pies in the cart and Bug saw them, stood up in the cart and yelled “Put that on my mouth”.
That’s my baby. <3
A squirting/fisting tumblr just liked my post and I’m wondering exactly what it was about that post that brought them to me? Is glucose testing sexy talk? Or was it the milkshakes? Swiss cake rolls???
I had my glucose test done this morning so I think this means that I should probably shove as many swiss cake rolls and milkshakes in my mouth as I can over the next couple of days until my doctor calls to tell me that I need to watch my sugar intake.
You know when you accidentally hit the reblog button and it reblogs something you don’t want to reblog and it doesn’t give you a chance to cancel, it just fucking reblogs? Yeah, that’s awesome.
So Bug learned the word fucker today, but in my defense, that man was absolutely a fucker.
I just said words that I never thought I would say - “hold on, kiddo, let’s watch the end of the baseball game before we start another Wiggles” and ended up seeing something I never thought I would see again in my lifetime - the Royals making the World Series.