Husband: Would you rather be a widow or divo...Me: Widow!Husband: You're not even gonna take a minute to think about...Me: Nope...Husband: Should I be worriedMe: YepTil death do us part. Cause of was never specified. 🙃
Brain:...O.k., next up, I just want to, once again, draw your attention to the four baskets of laundry waiting to be folded.
Me: Yeah, I saw them. My eyes work just fine. I choose to ignore them for the time being.
Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall-Humpty Dumpty had a great fall-'Cause I pushed him!-He had it coming!
"Lisa Mae, I need you to run over to Miss Davis' house and ask her to borrow a bowl of sugar."
"Did you mean a cup momma?"
"If I wanted a cup of sugar, I'd be asking for a cup. No, a bowl, a bowl of sugar child, pay attention, I am in no mood.
They say a picture is worth 1000 words, so call this a lazy blogpost substitute. *If you enjoyed this post, check out more photo blogs here.*
Back in June I won a smart watch, and this lucky event gave me the much needed jolt to kickstart my baby-weight loss journey. Certain things fizzled out pretty quickly, like keeping a food journal, and tracking my water intake and sleep patterns. But the bike riding continued, and so did the weight loss. In... Continue Reading →
Every once in a while, my brother brings me a dish of whatever mouth-watering concoction he's produced. My husband, for reasons unbeknownst to me, sees this as a challenge, and he goes above and beyond to make the next meal he prepares (more often than not a variation of my brother's dish) extra scrumptious. How do I know, you ask? Because for the duration of the meal, and sometimes the day after (if there are any leftovers) he repeatedly asks whether I'm enjoying the meal and how it compares to my brother's. Not once, not twice, but sometimes as much as five times.
Spirit: Think of the scale! Flesh: I'm WEAK. I have chocolate dependency issues. *If you enjoyed this post, check out more photo blogs here.*
Nobody ever really knows the truth, do they? Every story has two sides, minimum. Unless you live under a rock, you've heard the story about the three little pigs and the big bad wolf. Or so you think. Poor little piggies had their houses blown down by the big, bad, mean, stinky, old, raggedy wolf?... Continue Reading →
I know I shouldn't laugh, but... You're allowed if it's your own kid, right?!😂 *If you enjoyed this post, check out more photo blogs here.*