raramomtoo3

Hello my dear readers I hope your Saturday is going well.  My day as been a day that is about it.  I had to sit in the living room and kitchen to get everyone to actually do some cleaning.  So the house is a little bit better but my foot is killing me.  So I am going to bug you guys for awhile because after dinner my youngest little one has a project to work on.  We have to cut out 100 words and place them on a poster board.  Next Friday is the 100^th day of the school year.  So they have this project and they are making a 100^th Day Trail Mix.  We have to send in a 100 pieces of food.  We are sending in pretzel nuggets.  She is currently outside with her dad grilling dinner.  However I just heard a downpour of rain outside.  I am not sure how they are grilling in the rain but with a broken foot I can’t go out and find out.  I am alone in my room and I am watching a show called Smile….You are under arrest.  This show is cracking me up.  They have taken actors and police officers and put together a show where they offer “free” things to fugitives and when they show up to collect the “prize” they arrest them.  This is such a smart idea.  So if I pause you will know I am watching it.  I keep waiting for someone to freak out but so far so good.  So some of you know my birthday is Tuesday.  It isn’t really a big deal to me.  However I won tickets to a comedy club for my birthday.  I am not really sure I feel like going.  It is nearly an hour away and with my foot it will be very painful.  I hate to let those who want to go down.  So we will see.  I might have someone pretend to be me.  So I turn 32 on Tuesday me dear readers.  I have realized one thing Garth Brooks is a genius because of his song “I am damn young to feel this damn old”.  I am falling apart people.  I don’t have a whole body.  I just have pieces that don’t always match.  I am kind of like Mrs. Potato Head after the kids lost half of her body parts.  Plus I have the same body shape so it all makes sense really.  Good news is my husband is Mr. Potato head so we are made for each other.  Well dear readers I am worn out and in pain on that note I send my love and prayers to all of you.  I hope the “ageing” angels smile down on us all.

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