Thank you for not mentioning how dirty my bathroom walls look. Cleaning grout? Not my cup of tea. I do it but not as often as required. Cleaning 300 year old grout that was never cleaned by previous tenant, not a satisfying job. I have my limits and they are way lower than that.
Thankfully no one mentioned it and thank you for all the nice comments (motherbumper shifts uncomfortably in her seat - not good with positive feedback - too positive and it upsets the shaky balance that I call my insane life). But thank you.
And am I the only one who says "truthiness" like "toothiness"?
Anyhow, today I'm busy building my new blogroll so this is one of those non-post posts. Thank you for all your linky permission and flippancy. So far no one has been booted from the list but I'm itching to meet my first belligerent patron. Come on now, tempt me to go all bouncer on your a*s. Actually, don't if you are over five years of age.
Since I'm cutting and pasting myself into further insanity, I'll leave you with a motherbumper public service announcement. See this innocent looking snack that caught my eye at the store?
It said "oh motherbumper, you know you want it. Oh yah baby, you want it bad".
Why are snacks always so sl*tty?
Anyhow, this snack is the work of the devil.
The ingredients haven't been read yet, but I'm hoping that it includes creamed snouts, puréed testicles, and lots and lots of formaldehyde. That way I may actually be able to stop eating they gooey goodness. Must never buy again. I feel like I'm going to go into a sugar coma.
They are the devils work I say, the DEVIL.
btw - nothing like oreos in taste and it really just looks like the oreos pudgy cousin - what's up with that? and don't even get me started on the excessive packaging (actually that's enough for me to never buy them again but OMG why did I have to try them?)
Oh and Greeblemonkey totally forced me to take this damn quiz so that I could establish how much of a horrible adult I am and of course - I scored high. Actually, it's designed to help you assess how many grubby and gang member 5 year olds can you take on if you were swarmed by them... because that would NEVER EVER happen. This is the stuff you don't hear about on the news because they don't want to cause wide-spread panic.
Anyhow, I can apparently take on 23 of those lil' stinkers before becoming overwhelmed. Pretty sure it's because I said there might be little to no issue in using one of knocked-out/injured 5 year olds as a shield and/or projectile. Because seriously, if they are just going to lay on the ground, they might as well be used for protection.
What? Oh please... I'd like to see you take on a damn swarm of 23 five-year olds.
OK, for a non-post post, this is pretty freakin' long. So I'll cut it off here.
Wait - did I already mention that I'm also over at The League of Maternal Justice today? I'm participating in the PBN Blog Blast (with prizes) for Zwaggle, a really cool environmentally and parent friendly online swap site. Go check it out if you have any baby gear eating up precious shoe space in your closet.
Now it's back to cutting and pasting for motherbumper. Cut. Paste. Cut. Paste. Go. Insane. But make lots of linky love. Mmmm linky love.