That’s it. I need a personal assistant. Like badly. I’m sure I forgot to do something this week that really needs to get done, and I’ll be reminded of it at a REALLY inconvenient time. I can feel it in my bones. When I remember, I’ll make every effort not to freak out, and fail miserably. Oddly enough, I’ll feel better afterwards. A good ole fashioned tantrum sometimes fixes things. Right? RIGHT!? I just need to become “Indifferent Ann” to get through this lovely phase. She’s gotten me through some fun times. She rocks actually. Her name is Sasha. She gets me through my 40 hour work week, and helps me deal with stupid people.
Thanks to those friends that check in on me periodically. I’m still here. Crazy, but here. I couldn’t make it to your shindig, because I probably fell asleep at 7:50pm on that Friday night after breaking up a fight over a box or something. That sent me over the threshold of exhaustion. Thanks for thinking of me, and still being there. I was happy to get the invite. One day soon, I’ll make it by or have you over. If you happen to come over unannounced, I will let you in. I’m aware that every color marker AND crayon is on the wall. I’ll probably bring it to your attention, so you know, that I know it’s there. Stupid little mind thing I do with myself that makes no sense. In some weird way, it makes me feel better because you’ll say, “Oh don’t worry about it!” Never fails. I have a paint palate strategically placed, so it looks like we’re about to get started painting soon. HA! Whatever.
At some point in time, my little one will want to watch Caillou. Dearest Canada, a lot of cool things have come from your country. Caillou is not one of them.
Alex Trebek (Don’t judge me)
Paint Rollers (that won’t get used by me anytime soon)
My husband brought the fact up that someone actually thought up the character of Caillou. THEN get this! Someone else said: “Yeah great idea!” I want to slap the second person actually. The first person was just having a moment of idiocracy. It was the second person’s job to stop all that madness. Thanks Canada. Thanks a lot. The door to the garage sometimes opens on its own. So if you see the door open, please shut it. You have to slam it. There is an opportunistic wild rabbit that realized this and tries to get in the house (of course there is). If you see this little said rabbit in the house, don’t worry. Rudy is harmless, and not rabid. Just grab the hamper, open the front door, and help me shoo him out. No, I don’t know what that Alaska size spot on the rug is from. We’ve stared at it, we’ve tried to clean it. It’s just become a part of the family. Its name is now Ted.
Back to this personal assistant thing. They should be government issued individuals to those in need. Oh that made me smile. I think that would really assist in making a better country, and helping to raise well-adjusted children. Perhaps baskets of socks with no mates wouldn’t exist. That’s huge right there. Please don’t go over the logistics with me on this. You’ll get glared at. Just leave it as is, and smile with me. Please and thank you ; )