The Biggest Loser finale is tonight, so there's no chance I'll be blogging or doing anything else online. I'm rooting for Michael, but I think for the home prize, Sunshine will probably take it. The only thing I'm not looking forward to is seeing the red team again. Ugh.
It's nap time right now- much needed. Not as bad as yesterday, but there are only so many times I can say "Stop hitting" before I lose my mind.
Dear Carmel Valley old people: You bought a Maserati to do 10mph under the speed limit? How about you trade cars with me. You can putt around in my '05 Chevy Malibu and I'll tear it up in your sports car, m'kay?
If I'm damned if I do, and I'm damned if I don't, then why should I give a crap any more?
I'm craving a Hershey's bar and a Coke.
Paging summer... where are you, summer??.... I thought I was in California... in May...
I still haven't gotten the x-ray done. I can't bring the kids, so I need Hubby to be here for them. Which will probably be Friday.
There are three registered sex offenders in Carmel Valley. Two of them live within a mile from our house. And these are only the people that have been caught (yes, I'm cynical). F*CK.
Both boys have been "napping" for an hour now, and have been crying the whole time. Sheesh.
Ford brought back the Fiesta?? WTF?? I envision the crappy little cars from the 80s.
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