See that face right there? That little white face with the goofy smile? She's adorable, isn't she? I bet, right now, you're sitting there, looking at my picture, and are like "aww, she's so adorable I just want to smoosh her." Trust me, when she gives you that look, all you want to do is cuddle her...I know from experience. But don't let that adorable little look trick you. This dog...this doofy dog that doesn't look like she has a care in the world, is a mastermind panty eater.
Don’t let the picture of my (sort of) smiling face fool you. I’m not awake in the slightest today. In fact, I feel like a zombie just going through the day and hoping I can survive. Even as I write this, my eyelids are drooping and I just want a blanket and my pajamas.
My husband drives me up the wall. Sometimes I'm so aggravated with him that I want to strangle him! Does that make me a bad wife? Admitting it might, but you can't say that you've never thought the same way about your wife/husband/girlfriend/boyfriend. At least one time in your life, you thought this. And, if you're honest with yourself, it's more than just one time. I'm just the one that will openly admit it.
You don't know this, however, but with each word I'm writing here on my blog, a part of me is telling myself that they suck. That each word is wrong and horrible and I should delete it all. Or better yet, delete this whole blog. I have nothing really to say, right? So what's the point? And this part of me is saying this so loud to the rest of me that the rest of me is starting to believe it....