TMI?
Is it TMI or just time to confess? Well I will go with confession time with Mamarazzi! I confess... My house is a disaster is the biggest understatement! It's bad people. But, the dishes have been done everyday for almost two weeks straight! And not at 11 at night either--with exception of snack dishes. And that is saying something. My car isn't any better. How do cars get so out of hand anyway? I confess... I am spoiled. Spoiled. But, I have to say it....so are you. I have proof. My AC in my car is broken. Perfect timing for it to break. It's been 100 this past week. But I have a car. A car that works. And my house...HOUSE has central air. See what I mean? Spoiled. I think of the pioneers. The pioneers with their dirt floors, one room cabins and if they were truly blessed they had horses. So yeah, I am spoiled. Really spoiled. I confess... I want to buy Ghostbusters on DVD. I dig that silly movie. One of my favorite lines is, &quo