I freakin hounded some leftover cake with chocolate on top and pudding in the middle, remember that ? And now I feel gross. Just like when I couldn't stop eating pretzels while reading the other day. I finally got up and moved around and was feeling that mistake (never should move around again). Laundry is folded, the carpet is vacuumed, this dishes are done, and I'm in my bathrobe because I'm still apparently chilly in our 80 degree apartment. Oh yeah. Life is great, bring on the cigar! Oh wait, I forgot to clean the toilets! Now give me two children on my hip and it's just a dream come true. Twins! And Facebook is showcasing the political battle of social healthcare! Well aren't we all just interested in how this will play out? I don't know much to really get in a political battle (yes, I know that's my fault). I have the general picture, but I doubt if many people understand the full implications on either side. It's just getting sta...
It's really just beginning: Sometimes, even as ordinary as it seems, I need to share it. To get it all out there. It drives Mr Smith nuts that I share my life. But I do. And this is it. We aren't perfect, but I love Mr Smith and this blog is dedicated to our life together. It's so I can remember. It's so our children may know."