Sometimes (often) I fantasize about running away. Like, honest and truly leaving the hubs and kids behind and just... leaving. I can't actually do that, can I? Sigh.
I bought a birthday cake . We don't have a birthday in the family till August.
Insanity caused by being snowed in & started cleaning the fridge...then I found the stinkbug. Done!
I spend ALOT of time just developing my relationship with Jesus. He knows me and understands me. So I think it's no surprise to him that sometimes I like to blare hardcore rap and be told to shake my $hit like a saltshaker