I Can Not Tell A Lie
It is Friday and I am happy! I am happy because this means I get to unload some heavy burdens on my blog. Okay I can not tell a lie. I am happy it is Friday because it means there is no homework. I am happy it is Friday because it means I get to sleep in the next day. And I am happy it is Friday because I get to play along with Glamazon! Just click on her button if you would like to play.
I love these meme's. By the end of the week, I am usually toolazy tired to think of anything. So I love these meme's to help me along when I need it. I also love to ride on other people's coattails. It's true. If I see I good idea I run with it. I won't steal it though. That's not how I roll. Besides, I can not lie. At all. So, if you ever kill anyone and need help hiding the body and you know, an alibi. Don't ask me. I would crack. It's better if I don't know.
My daughter dared me to confess this next one: When I was 5, I was babysat by a dear sweet lady. Her name was Dacy. I still remember her. She was nice. I wasn't her only charge. She had others. One "other" was a boy. He was my age, maybe older. He was bigger than me. He was mean. One day he knocked me down. "Oh no you didn't!" I jumped right back up and punched him in the nose. Oh yes I did! And I bloodied it too. Did I get in trouble? Nope. Did he ever push me again, not that I recall. Don't mess with this girl. I bite. It's true. Ask my mom.
I hate clutter. To see my house, you wouldn't know it. I am not a hoarder. I am just a bad housekeeper with way too many piles of stuff. I have started many times clearing it away. It's kind of like dieting. You just go back to your old ways.
I want to go Universal Studios, Florida. I want to go there to see the new Harry Potter section. There I said it.
Come and play...what are you hiding?
I love these meme's. By the end of the week, I am usually too
My daughter dared me to confess this next one: When I was 5, I was babysat by a dear sweet lady. Her name was Dacy. I still remember her. She was nice. I wasn't her only charge. She had others. One "other" was a boy. He was my age, maybe older. He was bigger than me. He was mean. One day he knocked me down. "Oh no you didn't!" I jumped right back up and punched him in the nose. Oh yes I did! And I bloodied it too. Did I get in trouble? Nope. Did he ever push me again, not that I recall. Don't mess with this girl. I bite. It's true. Ask my mom.
I hate clutter. To see my house, you wouldn't know it. I am not a hoarder. I am just a bad housekeeper with way too many piles of stuff. I have started many times clearing it away. It's kind of like dieting. You just go back to your old ways.
I want to go Universal Studios, Florida. I want to go there to see the new Harry Potter section. There I said it.
Come and play...what are you hiding?
Comments
Clutter? My daughters could beat you anyday. I am soooooo tempted to just go in there during school and,,,,and....argh! but there would be so much DRAMA! so I don't.
When I was in 3rd grade I got kissed by a boy on the play ground and I broke his nose. Oops! haha
I am a firm believer you have to "back up your feelings".
My husband said he has been cleaning...some of "my" areas of the house while I have been gone...
OH NO!!! Those PILES are very organized! When I go home I will not be able to find anything.
Thanks for sharing your story.
I hate clutter too but it looks like I LOVE it. I need to get it under control!