I've said it once and I'll say it again: Thank God for Wordless Wednesdays. I started writing about Altemio Sanchez, Buffalo's notorious bike path rapist of 26 years who was finally caught a few years ago and is sharing a cozy ol' time now with his cellmates called Bubba uno and Bubba dos, but then I realized there was no good way to blog about him. Although I do have to say that I'm not mad or scared, I'm so so sad for him. I know, my emotions are twisted in that sort of way. I told my dad that I was so sad for Altemio and he looked at me and asked if I was equally as sad for his victims and their families (he was a killer, too). silence. I've already spent too much money on therapy (that's a lie.). WHOA rein myself back in. My point of wanting to start writing at him is, ladies, even though he's in jail and everyone thinks that they're in the clear, you're not. Don't go on bike paths in woods by yourselves, please? Thanks.
In simpler words, I look glamorous throwing my bonneted baby up in the air whilst wearing pearls and sunglasses. This was 3 years ago. What this picture doesn't tell you is that you could not see the floor in our apartment, and since laundry overwhelmed me too much I would just make underwear and undershirt runs to Target.
Happy Wednesday! Oh, and don't forget to check in tomorrow because here goes another giveaway! (I'm easily persuaded)