ScrapFest! is over. That means I'm spending the week in pajamas watching Anderson Cooper and pondering which shoes to wear to an upcoming wedding.
I saw a photo online of Salvador Dali and his pet ocelot and knew it was an ocelot and not some other wild cat. How do I know an ocelot on sight? I have too many trival things in my brain. This is why I cannot add or do any real math.
I hate purple.
Chaz Bono on Dancing with the Stars must make Cher so happy. I cannot bring myself to watch that show, but FOR REAL — Chaz Bono and Nancy Grace — stars? In what solar system?
REM broke up. I am incredibly sad. I don't care that they had a 30 year run — REM was my teenagehood and my 20s. Plus, they wrote my themesong, "Redhead Walking." They're more than a band to me. Sometimes a band is there for you when you feel as if you have no one else. That's REM for me.
I've decided to take the books off my nightstand. There, I said it. AND I know I wasn't fooling anyone — I was never going to read David Copperfield. How did that end up in my house?
Today I accidentally dialed my home phone number while at home. I was so confused when the voicemail greeting started.
My middle child bought the book Dolphin Tale at the school book fair. When I was making dinner, I heard the trailer for the movie. Those dolphin noises make me nuts. It creeps me out. I don't trust dolphins.
I also do not trust oranges.
The middle child also bought a 3D book that came with glasses. I didn't have the heart to tell her that I thought that was the dumbest thing ever and that I could take a regular book and just run toward her with it and get the same effect.
I'm about to start Weight Watchers again. WW is the only thing that's ever worked for me and believe me when I say I've done everything at least half-heartedly. Once I took cinnamon capsules because I read that cinnamon was good for weight loss. I tried to be bulemic for a day. I couldn't do it, it grossed me out. I tried to be anorexic for about 30 minutes once, but COOKIES.
