Going again.
I was leaving NikkiZ’s daycare earlier and I heard the director, who is VERY pregnant, talking about her leg cramps from the night before. I froze in my footsteps and gawked at her saying, “Oh you poor thing, I remember those.” But up until that moment? That was one of those many NikkiZ-pregnancy horrors I’ve blocked from my memory. That and the mysteriously itchy arms, the gas, the bloat, the uncontrollable ass-sweat (now it’s at least a rare occurrence)... Read More
Only Two Weeks? Shit.
I’m participating in the Thursday Thirteen again today, because I’m in a list-y kind of mood. Thirteen Things I Need To Do Before Going to the Beach in Two Weeks. Find ideas for meals to cook for 10 people that require minimal ingredients to be frozen or refrigerated. We are doing shopping for the WHOLE group for the WHOLE week on one day and it needs to all fit in the fridge/freezer. Lose last 7lbs so that putting on a bathing suit doesn’t make me cry. Find... Read More
oops.
Hi. I screwed up my template colors when trying to change a color of something else. Please forgive the mess. It will be cleaned up soon, I hope. Meanwhile? I’ll be the girl crying at her own stupidity. My advice to you? Immediately back up your templates/stylesheet. Amen. Read More
Still stealing!
I’m taking another of Rancid Raves Meme Week ideas: Wednesday is HumpDay – Guys I would consider to be Humpable Haute Hotties MrZ. Seriously – do you all realize how hott my husband is? Just in case you are unaware: He is hot shirtless, working, with a goat, in a tux, in a santa hat, wearing one of LilZ’s ties, and holding his baby girl. So Hott! (Do you see how I pumped his ego FIRST, before listing my humpable celebrities? Do you see how I’m probably... Read More
Zoot – Queen of Boat Repair
Last night MrZ told me, “We have had some guy leave a message or two asking us to fix his boat.” To which I replied, “Please get me a glass of water, I’m thirsty.” (I sometimes just don’t care, you know?) Well, I was checking our messages this morning and there was a message from a guy with a VERY thick accent (I don’t know my accents…is Arabic general enough?) telling us his name, his phone number, and asking us rather desperately... Read More
