Bloggers are weird. Well, weird bloggers are good bloggers I suspect. Sometimes I like to tell myself that people read this site because I’m just like everyone else. Only I know I’m not just like everyone else because three hours ago I was sitting on a Southwest Airlines flight saving two seats and a guy
That I love Junior goes without saying. He’s sitting on my right foot at the moment because he’s a little codependent and when you work from home dogs end up expecting even more from you. Unlike humans I enjoy Junior’s neediness, he’s like a little baby that snuggles but doesn’t require diapers or sleepless nights.
It doesn’t make me a good person but I’ve disliked Paula Deen since I first laid eyes on her. In 2007 she gave an interview to Larry King where she revealed that she spent 10 years sleeping with and, perhaps more importantly, emotionally tied to someone else’s husband. I have friends whose marriages have survived
I’m going to spend the next two hours lying in the pool and reading this. I’m going to pretend that I’m the sister who left her children for a life of leisure and that my 14 year old daughter who happens to be home today is actually a butler who has no emotional needs. And
I just don’t have enough hours in the day. Jane is now a seasoned CIT with exactly one day of work under her belt. When I picked her up from camp yesterday at three she plopped into the passenger seat and started talking. At 4.30 she stopped talking. It was abrupt, she was finished. She