“Pass me the ketchup.”
If you’ve following my blog since the beginning, then you know I loathe ketchup. It grosses me out to even type the word.
“Wow! I feel great. I just ran 5 miles.”
As previously discussed, I’m not a runner. If, by some miracle, I become one, I can almost promise you I won’t feel great afterwards. I may feel great after I remove the oxygen mask, but I doubt it.
“My kids have a ballgame tonight, but I’m not going.”
I don’t care if I’m tired, if my house is dirty, if there’s a door buster sale at Belk’s. Short of typhoid fever, I’m not missing anything my kids are participating in.
“Oh, yay! “How It’s Made” is on!“
I find this show so boring and Willard loves it. I mean, do we really need to know how breath mints are made? I’m thankful for them and all, but I honestly don’t care.
“I think we’re going to skip Bristol this year.”
I actually AM probably going to miss the fall race this year, but only because Marla’s baby is due at the SAME time. As much as I love NASCAR, I can’t risk missing the birth of what could be my last niece or nephew. I am a little ticked at the timing though!
“It’s 28 degrees outside. I love this weather. I wish it would stay cold year round!”
“I don’t really feel like taking a beach trip this year.”
Even more ridiculous.
“I love Walmart.”
If I ever say this, please know that aliens have overtaken my body.
“I wish we had just ONE more baby.”
Okay, I’m lying. You could possibly catch me at a moment of weakness and really hear me say this. Don’t judge me. And don’t tell my mom.