You so pretty

Do you ever swear at your food? I usually don't, but it seems that lately maybe I've developed a little problem. (Are you imagining me rocking in my chair at the table with a bib on swearing at my food now? hehehe youre so weird). Stuff has just been falling lately and making messes and I'm getting sick of it ruining my clothes and having to scrub walls. So will you please wish me luck for tomorrow when I attempt to cook a full on Thanksgiving feast all by myself!?!?!?
I was just blog surfing because our TV is still broken and you wanna know what I discovered? That 9 out of 10 blogs are written by bored mothers of small children. I also learned something about myself while reading those incredibly annoying blogs. That if I don't know you, I am like ZERO percent interested in your kids ear infections and new toy trains. Then I started feeling sad, because I know that my blog really isn't that different from everyone elses...except that I'm the only honest one and can openly admit to yelling profanities at my food.
Well I cant call it a day without telling you about my trip to WalMart. Nothing really out of the ordinary today, except for the 6 foot tall, 200 pound man wearing a beautiful long blond wig, bright red lipstick (which was srsly smeared all over the lower half of his face) a flowered dress, fish net stockings and 4 inch stilettos. No doubt in the early stages of becoming a transvestite. I could not help myself from doing a double take. I honestly don't think I have ever been more disturbed in my entire life. Usually I don't think I would care as much, but this dude was just screaming "It puts the lotion in the basket" you know what I'm sayin'.... guh!!!!! I'm glad my children weren't there to witness his mad frenzy through the baking isle. That will be a picture I never forget, and a great life lesson.....never wear fish nets with a floral dress, its just tacky.