It is 7PM. I am sitting at my computer, listening to President Bush, and drinking a glass of really cheap wine. The kids are ALL in bed and Clint is at the range for night fire. AAAHHHHHHHHHH. Come on over if you care to join me (laughing to myself). There will be no talk of poop, hotdogs, or Dora. We can discuss Survivor, the War, or any current event you want. I don't care. I am just thrilled to still have my wits about me this evening. Today was a good day.
I was considering a new layout, a new title, well just an overall new feel to my blog. I mean some things have changed since I first started recording my thoughts and feelings of the going ons in my everyday life. Well, I am no longer taking Paxil and well, crap.....I think that is it. I thought the poop was really no longer an issue as well until this week. Someone decided that an oopsie poopsie was not something they might share with their mother. You know the lady who does the laundry. I was blessed with the joy, upon removing clean clothes form the laundry, an overwhelming smell of shit. Yep, SHIT!!!! I had almost all the clothes in the dryer and noticed a wad, a ball, a massive roll of poop. Apparently someone had pooped enough in their underwear and then just snuck it into the dirty laundry. GROSS!!!! I mean really?!?!?!? You don't think you might have at least given me a heads up so that I could pre-clean the undies. Man, boys are so gross!
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