Well well well, friends and frenemies, it turns out I am in the midst of being punk'd. I'm just waiting now for anyone to jump out at me and scare me out of my boots. Then I'm sure my laughter will turn to rage really immediately. Because as that country song says, "God is great, beer is good, and people are crazy."
Turns out Peppy the dog is pretty crazy, too. Oh and I'm pregnant, to boot. Pretty nuts. Good nuts, but nuts nonetheless. Nuts is nuts, eh? So what I should be doing is sitting in my Eames lounge chair eating Hostess cupcakes whilst my chillens color with sparkley crayons, but in reality I'm trying to keep the house in decent order, begging the kids not to mess up anymore rooms, and eating Hostess cupcakes.
On a more upbeat note, we finally got a Swaggerwagon. Should I star in its next commercial? I would, if I could just get some creative juices flowing and a new video camera. (Don't order one from Dell, no matter what the price. It doesn't hook up to the computer to dl, and when you call customer service they transfer you the middle of a Bali street where only 25% english is spoken.)
Well, that's all I've got for now. Later.