where you wake up in the morning to eat cold baked ziti that you made the day afore (seriously, son...best baked ziti of all time...only it was penne)>you get a little too excited about your new bottle of dish soap (method, i love me some method)>you take a bath and when you get out you realize that you were wrong, it ain't gonna make it another day>then you decide that even if you were a doofus and saved all your entries as a draft for like, a week, that you should bite the bullet and make a new post>only to be foiled in your attempt by a toddler who wants you to know that he has has toes. his toes go in shoes, but you can't see them. because they're in shoes>then aforementioned child decides that you are a jungle gym which makes everything a tad more difficult>then you look up at the clock and realize that not only did you not finish making dinner so that you wouldn't have to do so after work, but that your kids aren't even out of bed. this is fifteen minutes before i have to go to work.
i've just got to do something about this hair. wish me luck.
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