New post, new post, it's new post time!
I should have a jingle. A little widdle jingle to play at the start of this post that goes: "new post, new post, it'sssssssss NEW POST TIME!" yeeeeaaaahhhh. All razza-ma-tazzy style. Think radio commercial jingle mixed with David Letterman's band flair. And I mean FLAIR.
It's only 9:56pm and I am already ready for a goooood night's sleep. So ready. But I'm forcing myself to stay up a little longer so I don't wake up too early. And then I think, what's wrong with that? I usually have to cut essential elements of my morning routine out, just to make it to work on time. And by essential I don't mean a shower. I will shower before I leave this house. I just may not wash my hair. Or if I do, I may not brush it. This is where I get man-envy. Who is to know if they ever wash or brush that little tuff of hair up there? It's so short, it'll never get tangled. I'm just waiting for the day when Chase complains about his hair and then I'll let him have it. But he probably never will because there is nothing to complain about!
Observation: Rosie likes to think she can jump on my bed when she thinks no one is paying any attention. Truth: Someone is always watching that sneaky dog.
Observation: Eating snacks throughout the day keeps my energy up and a smile on my face. Truth: I feel guilty for eating all the time and get paranoid about becoming rotund.
Observation: (& Irony) My spelling has vastly deteriorated since I began working at a BOOKSTORE. Truth (& Irony): It probably has a lot to do with the fact that I barely read anything but the comics and Zings.
Observation: My mother despises eating in bed. Truth: I like it because the crumbs bother me and make me change the sheets. I usually need a good amount of instigation to clean something.
Observation: I like how my job keeps me moving all day long and I don't sit at a desk all day long. Truth: I miss being outdoors. My legs are so pale, they match Chase's.
Observation: Broccoli is NOT okay the second time 'round. (that's an observation and a truth)
Observation: I relish in my guilty pleasures. Truth: Shouldn't you?
