Thoughts of the day

I'm pretty sure that gas station attendant was high.

I must have a fairy blogmother, because as soon as I complained about lack of sleep, I got some.  It was delicious.

I hate the gmat.  Hate. Hate. Hate.  Go away and mess up someone else's family!

Awwwww, geez.  I was having a good day til I saw Barbie walking down the street.  Could that waist be any tinier?

Yes I'm a fan of Chandler Bing.

Has my husband noticed that I haven't washed my hair in three days?

Will a mammogram hurt extra if my boob's full of milk?

Lets hear it for people who give their friends their cute clothes.  Thanks Taren!

Kettlebells make for one heck of a workout.  My butt is officially kicked.  Thanks mom!

What are those words that classify reasoning as starting from the specific to the general or from the general to the specific?  If I could just remember them at the right moments, I might sound really smart.  

You just don't know awesome until you've heard your baby's first laugh.

Hmmm, I guess I didn't want a whole 32 oz. of Fresca.  

At what point are Lincoln's poop noises going to stop amusing me?

Why can't we be friends with our exes?  (Please don't answer that.)

Will my body always have this weird "spare tire" look?  

I think it's a good sign that Lincoln will only tolerate my singing when it's gospel.  

How much will it set me back in my weight loss efforts if I have Olive Garden's alfredo tonight?

I fear this stay at home mother stuff is turning me into a more obsessive mind narrator than Dr. John Dorian.  (Head tilts to the side, eyes look up into no where in particular.)  Wouldn't you like to know what I'm imagining this time?

Did anyone take pictures of me at Bear Lake last summer?  Will I get to see those pictures?  I'm interested to know what I looked like 4 months pregnant in a bathing suit.