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?