Nothing to See Here…

I’m too tired. Tooooooooo tired.

They’re making me WORK at the damn job again. Bastards.

I completed my first week of Weight Watchers and at my weigh-in tonight, I was 6.75 pounds down from last Thursday. And I didn’t even hold my breath.

The best news is that I have a weekly cleaning service again. Not those maids that are merry (though I’ve had them in the past and, really? not that merry) but my 22 year old desperate-for-money daughter. I called her Katie Katie Cleaning Lady and nobody laughed ’cause I was the only one in the room old enough to remember that stupid commercial. So she’s going to clean for me every Thursday. Good thing too because I was getting tired of living in filth (damn blog sucking away all my cleaning time haha). Bet you all wish you had a 22 year old destitute daughter you could exploit, huh?

I have several great hilarious posts written in my head but no time to get them out. They are always so funny in my head. And sometimes I think they are funny even after I post them but people don’t laugh and then I feel all “they don’t love me” and all “I must have a twisted sense of humor” and all “damn, woman, you really are an attention whore” and it just makes me dedicated to trying harder next time. I’m thinking of stealing material from Dooce and a few others cause they are damn funny. Then again, stealing may not be all that funny. I’ll have to give it some thought.

For anyone curious about the preschooler with the short pixie haircut, here’s an update. She still thinks her school mates believe her to be a boy, and that makes her form really sad and angry faces when she talks about it. But in the next breath, she says she never wants long hair again and she wants it to be short like DADDY’S (he has a buzz cut, nearly military) and she also would like to know why Daddy has a hole in his hair back there on the top (that part really has no connection to the story except that it’s so damn funny). She is awesome and a total individual and she wants what she wants even if the other kids make fun of her because of it. You people watch out because she is going to KICK ASS someday. I don’t know how and I don’t know when but the girl will set her mind on something and no one will stand in her way.

While that one may become president or something, we’re pretty sure the baby (18 months nearly) will be a dentist. She is obsessed with examining everyone’s teeth. It was one of her first words (”dee? dee?”) and she’s been giving tooth exams for MONTHS now. She also has a terribly, horrible problem with drool. Copious amounts of drool; buckets of drool. I cannot even explain to you how much drool there is. I’m quite sure that she’ll want to grow up and find a way to solve that problem. Maybe as a dentist, she can also, I don’t know, disable the saliva glands or something. Maybe. The answer won’t come soon enough to help US but surely some other family can be saved from months and (god forbid) years of drool.

Tomorrow? FOUR meetings. If a single person mentions TPS reports, I’ll slit my wrists.