Saw this over at Airing My Dirty Laundry (wonderful blog, check it out). I am suppose to list things I am okay about. After my last post I so need to do this...
To wonder why my furbabe, Lil Bit, fights like a rabid pitbull when he gets a bath, but is quick to pop his fuzzy head around the shower curtain to investigate on what I am doing in so much water willingly.
That karma is going to kick my ex (my twins bio dad) in the ass someday for all the wrongs he has done.
To absolutely abhor Jersey Shore and the trash that is on it.
That child proof lids are really adult proof.
That my twins couldn't stand to be in the same breathing room from the time I was 6 months pregnant until they turned 2 years old. Now they are inseparable. Try to separate them, I dare you.
That my meds make me appear bloated and some days my jeans just don't fit.
I am a home body and prefer the presence of only one or two people at a time.
As a smoker I never seem to have a lighter.
My doctor, sometimes nurses, roll their eyes upon hearing I had a few sodas this week.
My dh snores, LOUDLY.
That sometimes I take things personally, proceed to major breakdowns.
I worry about some of the stupidest things.
Why my furbabe curtain climbs for sport.
