I (my blog) was once featured in Good Housekeeping. OKAY! I wouldn’t exactly say featured, because that implies the entire story was about me. (or does it?) I should say featured with…or maybe alongside. And it wasn’t the magazine.  It was the website….fifteen minutes is fifteen minutes, people!

Last week I went to Sonic during Happy Hour. After placing my order I realized that I had forgotten my wallet at home. Since it was Happy Hour, my drink was half of the regular price. I think it was maybe $o.65…or something like that. Anyway, I searched high and low for some change in my car. I came up with nothing. NOT EVEN A PENNY! I could see the carhop walking (they don’t wear roller skates at our Sonic.) out with my drink. What to do? Should I just push the button and cancel my order? No, they’ll laugh at you! Should I pretend like I didn’t place the order? Then why are you sitting here? It was a hard decision y’all; a moment I’m not proud of. I put my Ford Freestyle in reverse and KICKED rocks out of there!

You’re reading the blog of a wanted woman. That makes you my accomplice.

When I entered the salon my hair was short. Upon exit it was long. This confused my children. Now they think there’s a “Hair Fairy.”

Secretly, I wish this were true. I would have new hair and money under my pillow.

Last night I almost installed a donate button on my blog. It was for a good cause. Bail money.

It’s hard dealing with a snoring husband, but a snoring, farting husband is unforgivable, and worth a trip to the slammer!

This morning my husband asked me to cook him grits and eggs for breakfast. I told him that we were out of grits. I then waited for him to go shower, so I could run into the kitchen ( yes, I ran) and hide the grits behind the hand mixer.

Instead, I served him a cup of Organic Greek Yogurt with Honey, and a piece of fruit.

Misery loves company.