For the record, I will never understand why those are the items everyone gets when snow is coming.
I mean, really? I'd rather be snowed in with a bag of doritos and
a miller lite coke zero. But, that's just me.
Speaking of food, that's a whole other topic that I'd like to devote an entire post to in the future. You know, that whole trying to eat better thing that sucks so bad, but at least yields cool results.
Because? Someone cough*me*cough is FINALLY (after 8 friggin' months) back to my pre-baby weight. Took long enough. Those last 8-10lbs lingered around for way too long. And now? I am on a quest to lose more. More on that another time.
You might as well hand me a pair of grannie-panties, because I'm so old. So, very old...and crazy irritable when it comes to people being inconsiderate about loud, repetitive noises.
Take for instance the other evening. I was sitting on my couch, enjoying some peace and quiet while my daughter had just been laid down to sleep.
Out of the blue I hear this obnoxious, LOUD horn beeping over and over and over again. I can immediately tell that this is not a car alarm, because the "horn" has major attitude with it. You know, when someone is pissed off and just wants [blank] to "get in the darn car already!" Yea, that kind of attitude.
At this point, my blood is boiling. Like, really? Its 8:30pm. This is RUDE. Rude.
I proceed to go to my front door, and swing it open with sass---secretly hoping I could yell something super awesome and threatening like, "Who do you think you are truck-man!? My BABY IS SLEEPING YOU DOUCHEBAG!" [Please note: I hope no one is offended by the term 'douchebag'--I, for one, find it hysterical and use it lightly. Just sayin'.]
Lucky for him, all his kids came trapsing out of the house (after weekend at mom's) in the knick of time. Because I was thisclose to going all sorts of momma-bear on him. Rawr.
All that to say---I'm old. So, old. As my friend Liz put it, soon we'll be those women yelling out the door, "Hey, you kids--GET OFF MY LAWN!"