Another week has passed and time has....YAWN.
Sorry. Thought we were back in Mrs. Whatshername's tenth grade English class. You know, the one where Candyland spent 90 minutes scribbling desperate pleas for Zach Goff's affection onto a flimsy piece of paper? Oh, you mean you actually paid attention in class? Hrm... *Note to self: Rewind time and experience this thing called English class everyone else is privy to*
At least I have an excuse when I 'ain't got no' explanation for my horribly-written stories. The adverbs made me do it. I swearz. Now go waRsh up. Them hands ain't lookin' too clean. They better smell like mangos. Because it's a mango-kind-of-week.
Random Fact: For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction (I may be lacking in hablo English, but there's a reason I work for a physicist) (Okay, there's no reason) (Because I have no idea what he's talking about half the time) (And I'm not exactly sure what nanotechnology is) (I digress). For every load of laundry I do, another load magically appears. And for every piece of underwear I take off, there will inevitably be another one stuck to the OUTSIDE of my clean clothes.
Random Fact: English is my second language. If you meet me in person, you'll notice an accent and strange words. You may wonder where it stems from. I'm from the nation Tired and speak the native language of Mommy. And no, it's not as exotic as it sounds.
That was sweeeeeeeettttt, friends! But you know what's even sweeter? Yesterday's AMAZING response to my cry for help. Thank you all for giving a crap about my crap. It means more than you all know.
Until Monday friends, do you speak any other languages? And did you take your medicine today? I'll be taking mine SUNDAY...
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