In case you missed it, Monday I did nothing.
Tuesday I was sharing some of the best tweets on the web, talking cleanses and popping tags. Don’t know what the hell I’m talking about? Find out here.
Wednesday’s word was Flapdoodle. Know it. Use it. But use it sparingly. It really doesn’t make you sound too smart.
Thursday I wrote a post about how I almost died but instead lived to tell the tale about one of the most frantic, crazy days, which seems to be occurring at fairly regular intervals since having children (about 12 years ago and I’m getting a little bit sick of it.) Why can’t these kids raise their own damn selves?
Oh, and, last week I put out an open call for your Best Worst Stories after the response I received from my Love Hurts post wherein I thought I was going to Tahiti but all I was going to was a bridal shower (I cannot tell you the damage that does to your psyche). And I have to say I am very disappointed. I got some good ones but not a ton. C’mon, people. You can do better than that.
Okay, that’s it for me. Happy Friday, and have a wonderful, fantastic, stupendous weekend, or at least a bottle of wine & some shut eye. That’s all we can hope for these days. I’ll be hosting two little rug rats this afternoon (one for each kid so that they can have a charmed, spectacular, never-ending fun-fest life), and if I survive I’ll talk to ya on Monday. Lord help me.
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