So...you wake up one morning and realize that you are where you are. And you decide that this beats the hell out of working for a bipolar boss who was always trying to figure out exactly how to buy her meds over the internet.
Sunday, February 12, 2006
The cat's out of the bag
We live in Minnesota. Just kidding. It just feels like Minnesota. Except with 5 less feet of snow.
A Stay-At-Home-Mother that wakes up at 10:15 a.m. and watches movies on pay-per-view all day until 10 minutes before the husband comes home--then brushes her teeth. Come on. You know that's what you all are thinking.