Blog Schmog

So at dinner last night with my husband and in-laws I was explaining the blog. You know, journaling my adventures, etc. How shocked and amazed I am to have actual "followers" (don't drink the kool-aid...)
And my husband threatened to start commenting on the blog also. So if somebody starts saying things like "House sure could use a good mopping" or "Can you sew me some arm-pit pads?" or "This laundry isn't folding itself", you can rest assured that it's my hubs just keeping me in line. I'll try to keep him in check if he starts crashing the party!

Oh yes, and Welcome to the followers~!

-S

Dear Easter Grass,

You are like that obnoxious relative that I have to invite every year. Nobody really likes you, but everyone is too polite to say so. You stay too long, drink too much, talk too loudly, and tell embarassing stories.

Really.

It is April 27th, and you are still lurking around in my guest room. I know you're unemployed and all, but really...Go look for work or something. I'm tired of you hanging around my house.

If you keep this up, you won't be invited back next year. I mean it.