I hate to disappoint you but I’m not going to be on the computer today. I’ve decided to spend the entire day focused on my children. And by that I mean I’m off getting a haircut while Wally takes the boys to his office.
Sweet serenity!
I hope I get a scalp massage while they wash my hair. Sometimes I do and sometimes I don’t, which I don’t understand because this is an uppity salon and I tip very well. Maybe I should lodge a complaint. And leave the kids at Wally’s office all day.
But while I’m not here, possibly getting or not getting a scalp massage, I have some other stuff to share with you. Because I love you.
Do you know Sara Swears a Lot? Well, you should. She’s my new BBFF (bloggy best friend forever) after she emailed me and we discussed booger picking. It was more than awesome, almost as awesome as her texting post.
Or this celebrity tweeting post by Fuck Yeah, Motherhood. It makes me want to follow celebrities on Twitter, which sort of goes against everything I stand for – peace, honor, and reverse snobbery.
Of course I could just link to anything Stacey writes, I love her so. She has a shrine in my house, you know. In the linen closet. Same goes for Amalah and Oh the Joys.
And hey, have you RSVP’d for the Mouthy Housewives Two Hour Cocktail Party at BlogHer? Read about it here, or just follow @MouthyHousewife on Twitter for the link to the invitation. Good times are promised. I hear rumors of Marinka vs. Wendi shot drinking contests, followed by girl wrestling with Kelcey and one lucky contestant from the audience. I hear these rumors because I made them up. Spread the word!
Also, I’m at The Mouthy Housewives today discussing rogue buggies….or are they shopping carts? Whichever. Do you tell on yourself if your buggy dings a car?
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Oh, ga!!!!!!! You’ve seen me in parking lots, haven’t you? On my way to see these bloggers, if you love them, I know I will…
Post your haircut!!
See, this is why I love the internet. If I walked up to a coworker and asked them about picking their nose in the car, I would have to go to an awkward HR meeting about what’s “work appropriate” or some bullshit like that and apologize and then everyone would think I was weird until I switched jobs three months later.
I mean, yeah. If that happened to happen, it would really suck.
OMG, I just perved out over Sara Swears a lot.
Okay, not perved but TOTALLY put myself out there and swore my undying love and asked her to follow me b/c I was following her and I was her 111 follower and she would be mine.
And why am I telling you this.
Oh, CUZ ITS YOUR FAULT.
Thank you. You made my day!
And now I’ll finish reading your post and promise not to eat up more screen space with my nonsense.