Well, after re-reading what I had written last week I feel the need to add one more humiliating concession. Despite all my attempts to the contrary I am still only a girl and prone to the weaknesses inherent in girls.
P.M.S. shall hereafter be no reason to consider calling the Suicide Hotline.
I’m much better now. In a week I will be at the end of my tenure as gainfully employed outside the home and the joy within our little dwelling is tangible. Apparently the boys are all tired of cold cereal for breakfast and I don’t find it remotely civilized to rise in the dark and work for an hour before seeing the sunlight.
I have lists and projects slated for the next several weeks and I fear my family will hate me and call me the House Nazi before too long.
*insert Captain Evil Nemesis laugh here*
Oh yeah… And I joined Facebook. I know. I know. I am a sell-out to serious bloggers *snort giggle* everywhere. I have done the following. Approved 17 friends… (feeling soo cool and pop-U-lar), written two notes of varying levels of fabulosity. *belly laugh*. Received commments. (most gratifiying) And most importantly? I have snooped into the lives of folks I haven’t even seen in over 10 years.
I tell you though, this whole Facebook thing?
It’s like crack. Gotta run.
I need to instant update my life so all my Friends can see what minutia I am participating in today.