Blogging is rare for me nowadays and has been for quite awhile. What with I have an 8 month old child and he takes up a lot of my time. But even when I was pregnant, without a job, and plenty of time on my hands, I still couldn't work up enough brain and finger energy to even post a pathetic... Meh...
What's even more pathetic is as I was reaching for my Frappuccino I accidentally grabbed my son's bottle and it took 2 sucks on the nipple for me to realize that was not, in fact, my delicious coffee beverage, but my son's bottle a quarter full of foul smelling soy formula [ps. they smell even worse when burped from your child's mouth].
One would think the appearance of a rubber nipple in my mouth would alert me that I had the wrong drink. But no, I took not one, but two sucks off the nipple before I realized that I wasn't drinking delicious milky coffee, but foul smelling baby formula.
And that folks, is my life. Today, at least.
Alright, let's be honest. It's like this everyday.
Monday, November 29, 2010
My name is Lauren and I am the strangest fruit on the tree. Any tree. You name it, I'm going to be the strangest one on there. Tree full of oranges? I'm the pineapple. A pineapple with legs. And a shank. Which may make you reconsider tearing me off my tree just because I'm a pineapple with legs on an orange tree. But I have a shank. And it doesn't end well for you.