I quit Facebook. And I feel so light and airy because of it. That statement right there is proof that it needed to be done. Waste of time.
No-see-ums SUCK. Literally.
Wine doesn't taste the same from a SOL-O cup. And I think I may be white trash for even pouring it into one.
Whole-grain pancakes and sausage links from Cracker Barrel would be my execution day meal.
I think I'd give up suburbia to raise my boys by the ocean. And I know Ray would.
Some one-piece bathing suits are so much sexier than bikinis. Not that I want to be sexy. Just sayin'.
I want another baby. Sometimes. Ok, most of the time. But then sometimes, no freakin' way.
That's all for now. Oh, and I want a paddle-board!