I am so tired. I know I said I would be back to post yesterday, but I really had nothing to say. I got into my pyjamas Friday night at my parent's house and only took them off when my mom dragged my ass to church with her on Saturday evening. I seriously spent the weekend in a nasty old shirt with a huge dragon on the front, a pair of pink flowered Winnie the Pooh pyjama bottoms and my old, ripped, holy GAP sweatshirt from about 1998. It was a fabulous weekend of absolutely nothing but hanging out with my parents and my little brother. Today was very busy, I worked a full day, came home, picked up the husband, went and got groceries, came back home and worked 3 hours of overtime. I am absolutely burned out and plan on going to bed in about 10 minutes. Have a wonderful evening and I promise to write a decent post tomorrow.
I’m a lover and a fighter. I’m extremely curious. I hunger for knowledge, but I’m hopelessly lazy. I have dreams nearly beyond the scope of imagination. I wear my heart on my sleeve. I adore curse words. I’m easy to read, yet amazingly complicated. Next to my daughter, belly laughs are the highlight of my day.
Essentially I’m a riddle, wrapped in an enigma, rolled in make-believe, dipped in immaturity, and sprinkled with sarcasm.