Its okay that G weighs less than me now and I look like I am with child. I am not.
That I have no idea what to get Papa C for Father's Day. The man is the hardest to buy for. He is very particular about his things. He doesn't wear polos, ties, shorts so those easy ideas are out. He is so hardworking he doesn't really do hobbies so thats out. He NEVER asks for anything. His respose for gift ideas would be "world peace, so get me a bazooka." So unless anyone can point me in the direction of a bazooka store I have no idea what to get him.
That I always make plans for Friday night but when Friday night rolls around I am so tired from working all week I end up staying in and passed out by 10:30.
To be addicted to buying stuff off Amazon.
To feel like sometimes once people reach like 1,000000 followers they really start slacking on blogging. Like oh hey thanks for playing, see ya.
That everytime I see someone else got engaged or married on facebook
I gag a little. I mean, am so happy for them.
To think Target can be a little too proud of their clothes sometimes. Hello, remember who you were before you started getting all cute and popular.
That I usually paint my nails once a day and everytime I do Mama C always says "Are you painting your nails AGAIN?" What?! I can't just go around all skanky-like with a chipped nail.