Bible. [Did she really just say that sh*t?!]

My back has been hurting so much the past couple days that I can't even wipe my own ass without being close to tears.

I'm 85% positive that Kanye and Kim's baby will be ugly.

[via]

Some bloggers are such snobs.  I'm tired of putting in the effort without getting any bit of reciprocation.  It's too much like sex.

My kids were watching Disney Channel the other week and all I heard was "We shall call this place Pooh Corner."  I immediately blurted out, "That's rude, they might as well call it shit hole!"  Serious eye rolling ensued.

 [via]

I loathe teenagers.  Okay, not all (shoutouts to my teen readers!) of them, but most.  I want to poke my eyes out when I hear teenagers talk about the latest Facebook drama or how they got so many likes on the picture they posted of themselves on Instagram.  I.  DO.  NOT.  CARE.  When you get a job and learn what it's like to do everything on your own - then we can talk.  Over drinks.

Speaking of teenagers, once my girls hit their teens they are going to be homeschooled.  Or sent to a convent.  In another country.  Probably convent so I don't have to deal with them except on visitation days.

Today's supposed to be a fitness day but I'm not feeling very fitness-y.  I'd rather sit on my ass all day and laugh and stupid things, like this:



♥ Duckie.

Just call me Debbie Downer...

I have nothing to post about today.
Well, let's face it, I never really have much to post about every other day too, but I somehow manage to pull it out of my ass together.

But today:  Nothing.  Nilch.  Nada.

I'm trying to use font effects to make this post seem more interesting than it is.  Is it working?

Oh, I signed up for Chictopia and Lookbook.nu to build some fashion cred.  Holla if you got one because I've got zero followers on both accounts.  So much for that fashion cred, right?

I'm not in the mood to post anything else right now, sorry.  I just want to crawl back into bed until the weekend.


♥ Duckie.