I have just sat here for 10 minutes trying to think of something to share with you that you don't already know.
True story.
You guys know too much about me.
1. Jersey the dog has started obedience training. I am pretty sure that taking him into the pet store where his class happens is the closest I will ever get to Hell. People, he is bad. The barking, the jumping, the tryingtoattacksmalldogs. Hell on Earth.
I am convinced he will fail.
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{This is Jersey. Laying in the shower. Whatever.}
2. Tomorrow is Rowdy's birthday. He will be 9. I am not OK with my children growing up. I am not OK with my 9 year old boy having bigger feet and hands than me. I am not OK with him almost being as tall as me. I am not OK with the amount of $$$ we spend on groceries and he isn't even a teenager yet.
Group hug.
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3. I love peanut butter and Cheez Whiz sandwiches. There. I said it.
4. I am back seeing my therapist and I think I almost scared her away with my mental instability.
Apparently I am a mess.
Apparently missing my daddy has taken a toll on me.
Apparently I need reflexology.
And massages.
And yoga.
To release the pain and help with my mental healing.
Mumbo jumbo if you ask me, but I will do it if it makes me feel a tad more sane.
True story.
I went to reflexology and the nice lady knew I was a mess just from touching my feet.
5. Princess started gymnastics. She is determined to learn how to do a cartwheel but her flexibility is...ummm.... just like her dad.
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That's it.
That's all I have for now.
Ciao.
I bet Mama Kat isn't messed up.
