Okay, so I know I have been a big ass slacker lately, but don't any of you still love me a little? I had to vote for myself for god's sake. Are you trying to kill my ego while I transition from one crazy lady med to another? Do you kow what a psychotic break could mean to my children? If you do not want any harm to come to anyone in my household, I reccomend you do what's right. I will even tell you what it is. Go and vote for my sorry, slacking, mentally deficiant ass over at Sheri and Suzan's site.
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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