...In Which I Ruminate on Things

Today I learned that my mom was also once addicted to TMZ. Learning this fact made me love her even more. Learning that she was embarrassed by this fact made me want to blog about it! Hah.

When we arrived in Tifton this morning, there was no French Toast waiting for us. There was a pseudo-hashbrown casserole and cinnamon rolls, but no French Toast. Cinnamon Rolls are great, especially homemade ones. But they don't hold a candle to French Toast.

Are you noticing my blog is becoming less and less about anything and more and more about whatever-is-on-my-mind at the moment? Yeah, me too. Every once in awhile I wish I had something exciting to announce (vacations, new babies, new jobs, a scientific discovery that will end poverty and simultaneously make me uber-wealty, etc) but I don't. I just write about my life, which isn't terribly exciting. It's my life, though, so sorry folks if it's not more interesting.

This week at preschool I was told that my "face [is] very scary right now" (it was- it was my angry face, and the child agreed with me that he didn't want to make me angry and see it again.) I was also told I was "too fat to sit in [my] rocking chair". As I was sitting in said rocking chair at the time, I disagreed with the little stinker. He still looked sceptical.

Oh! I just thought of an exciting annoucement! Almost one month into the school year and I have yet to be vomitted on! HOORAY!!!

On that note, I think I'll log off. It's almost time for the Emmys, and I'm hoping that Friday Night Lights FINALLY FINALLY gets some love.