Why hello! I have been gone. Sad panda :-( Superman asked how my blogs were going and it made me realize how much of an awful blogger I have been! So to play some catch up into my boring life...
First some serious business! Am I the only one that looks great when I walk out of the house in the morning and by the end of the day I'm a complete train wreck. For a while I was giving E guff for coming home from school looking like a homeless child until I looked in the mirror today on my way to pick her up. I went to work today with my hair perfectly straight and not a strand awry, it was in a messy bun on top of my head as soon as I hit the time clock. I had on the cutest pair of pumps, I was now barefoot. My red cardigan (that works very well with my blond hair if I do say so myself) was in a heap on the seat next to me with bra straps hanging out from under my tank. I was a serious mess, now I wonder why E looked at me crazy every time I called her a wreck; momma was a wreck herself. The evil tricks the office will play on you.
Last week my little angel got her very first dance pictures taken! She is a hot or cold picture taker. There is no iffy picture. She is either pure model or crying mess. Well thank the good lord that we hit these ones on a good day! She was an absolute doll and I will have to wallpaper the house in them I'm sure.
You know you need to clean out your panty drawer when the thing is overflowing even after not doing laundry for a week. I might want to tackle that one soon....Scary thing is that if I get rid of the old ones I will be very tempted to fill the drawer with new ones! Ahhh the panty debacle.
E is on a Disney kick. Super great for me because it's like reliving my 4th year of wonderment all over again except I have watched Pocahontas at least 30 times in the month of May already and the dang thing has another week left! Either she needs to start like Cinderella or The Little Mermaid or momma's gonna go a little nutso.
I have a lot of pent up me going on. I'm like a little ball of crazy on a normal day and when you don't let the ball bounce off the walls at least once a day things start to get a little outta control. The ladies at work are probably about ready to kill me and everybody pray for Superman's sanity when he see's me. He's already been warned that he will have months of Jess coming at him. BAM! Crazy girl.
And the countdown begins...
P.S. Do not let your dermatologist put acid on your finger. It sucks a week and a half down and the thing makes me want to lose a digit. Count to 10 with that one...