When the whole idea of a new blog came up in my head, I thought to myself, "Self, this could be your chance to distance real life you from blog you." So I started the process and eventually came to my Facebook. Not really surprisingly, a mass delete session is very therapeutic. Just hovering over the X on someone you'd really like to delete but just don't want to deal with the fallout over actually doing so is really the next best thing.
Speaking of the new blog, I really want to name it I'm An Epic Asshole, You've Been Warned. Or just Fuuuuuuck! That's got a nice ring to it, don'tcha think?
We started buying Aidan some long pants and jeans for school. I'm over the whole let him pick out his own clothes bullshit because really, the kid has no style. And also may be color blind. Of course he can't wear the pants yet because 1, it's still 80 degrees most days and 2, we have to have a full foot of length cut off of them first. This presents a problem because I'm also challenged in the sewing area of being a woman. Oh, I have a sewing machine. A nice one. I can't thread the mother fucker. Forget sewing a straight line, I have no idea if I can do that or not. Now I'm awaiting my mother in law's next visit. Here, hem up 15 pair of pants while you're on vacation. Also, your son wants some homemade dumplings for dinner. Gracias!
Ok, show of hands, er, comments, whatever, who's reading me but not doing their duty by actually following me on Google? You know, that little box over there that shows how much I'm loved? I'm not feeling it. The last time Mr remarked about my unpopularity was almost a year ago. I've made precious little progress since then considering this blog has had 81,000 unique hits during that time. Now I'm no math whiz but shit's not adding up, capeesh? For reals, have I not adequately portrayed how my self esteem is all wrapped up in numbers? I don't have time to go into it again right now so just go click Follow, kaythanksbye.