Lil’ Girl has taken to waking me up by lifting up my shirt and blowin’ farts on my belly. It’s funny, yes, unless you stayed up late to watch blood-sucking vampires. Well then it just makes you almost piss your pants.
Lil’ Boy is still limping on his bum knee. He walks just like Forrest Gump did with the leg braces on. I keep telling him to bend his knee, to no luck. I am convinced now that he will forever walk this way, which doesn’t help with the whole anxiety thing.
I spend some time in Target yesterday testing out new pillows for our bed. Through all the testing and squeezing I fell for the cheaper “gel” pillows. I am one to hug my pillows and these are squeezable like my old Puffalump. Laying on new pillows is like heaven, and since I bought the cheaper pillows I can buy new pillows more often. A new little luxury.
I finally figured out the source of my lazy.
My Gray Sweatpants.
Much as I imagine that red leotard gives Spiderman a sudden rush of power, my sweatpants give me a rush of laziness. They have the ability to drain away my desire to clean, and can stretch five times their size to accommodate a growing lard ass.
I thought of throwing these kryptonite pants away, but lets be honest, sometimes we need to be lazy. And dude they are too comfortable.
I hate buying DVD, CD and other entertainment overpriced shit. I make the exception for books because, well it makes me feel smart and such. I do have the desire to buy the Twilight movie though, and tried to get Lil’ Dad to agree, which he wasn’t to keen on. I tried to convince by calling it “Mommy-porn.”
He almost bought it.
