There is no time to blog.
There is time for South Beach.
There is time for Peanut Butter. 37 hours and that is what is left. #WTF
There is time for another t-shirt.
Still haven’t figured out how to fit blogging into my life.
When I do, please come back and read. I’ll share this trip’s detials
Until then I will be blogging from a cardboard box…
Down to one… and still homeless.
I obviously took the plunge to share my life with all
four of you.Now I find myself contemplating. Should I blog about this or not? Logic typically tells me no, irrationality often makes it happen.
Some crazies are actually requesting I post more often.
Warning – I’ll probably end up sharing too much and it won’t be tremendously exhilarating, but keep reading. Doing so will only boost your self-esteem.
If that doesn’t happen, you will at least be thankful you don’t have to walk a mile in my shoes.
Found out I have to wear these bad boys in a wedding.
At this point you have three options.
1. Pray for me. Even if you aren’t religious, I need the support.
2. Send pain killers. (Liquid courage will also be appreciated.)
3. Share your bridesmaid shoe horror story. Make sure it’s a good one. Come June I want to know I am not the first bridesmaid to completely embarrass myself in front of countless family and friends.
I’d thank you for reading/sharing, but Sweet Brown says it best.
Please stop back. Once or twice a week. Even better man up and follow me. Email, Twitter, both…everyone’s doing it.