Monday Musings

How is it that I can be sick as a dog for a good week and not lose more than one bloody pound! (Said with the best fake British accent I can muster to camoflauge my Southern drawl.) Losing weight should be a fringe benefit of being sick, I think.

It’s too bad our neighbor down the road with the pool hates us (due to the hubby accidentally letting the dogs pee on the flowers around his mailbox) because he had a rockin’ Jimmy Buffett party Saturday night.

For the first time I can remember I am taking advantage of my boss telling me to take it easy and not push it. I’m working from home most of this week. It is a nice feeling to know I have that kind of flexibility, if I only I could do that more often (minus the sick part.)

Why in God’s name will the dogs just not eat the Cheerios that Amelia has tossed all over the kitchen floor already?

Psssst….Club Mom has a new fab contest for a Dodge Durango! See that ad up there in the right hand corner? Good. Now click and enter! I get a big fat dollah if you register for Club Mom through my site and that would help eradicate the unpexpected Pathfinder repair, refrigerator repair, and ER visit bills. Damn, no wonder I’m not going to BlogHer! (My funny “faux” BlogHer graphic is courtesy of the extra awesome Mrs. Flinger who is trying to get knocked up. Go visit her and send her some get prego pronto vibes.)


  1. mamatulip says:

    I LOVE your BlogHer graphic. LOVE it! (I’m not going either.)

    What good are dogs if they don’t eat the Cheerios? LOL!

  2. mothergoosemouse says:

    Your BlogHer graphic is cracking me up!

    And please don’t tell me that having a dog will not necessarily guarantee me a clean kitchen floor. That is a major justification in favor of getting a dog instead of a cat. Don’t take that away from me.

  3. Mrs. Flinger says:

    Heh. Thanks, hon. I feel the force. SHould get knocked up any day now! :: crossing fingers ::

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