I never thought about how long it would take to add 5700 plus gallons of water into a swimming pool liner...who would give this much thought? But let me tell you, it takes a LONG, LONG time! I cringe when I think about what the water bill will be and can just hear Kurt saying we didn't need that d**n pool in the first place (he can easily spew these words because he does not have the wonderful experience of staying home with 4 kids, 3 of which are "SOOOOO BORED!" but I can take comfort in the fact that soon I will be floating on my cute little pink raft with a cup holder! In my dreams I will be floating along in utter peace, my skinny, tan self (notice dreams not reality) sipping a margarita, oblivious to the world around me. Cut to reality....I am being relentlessly bombarded by splashing, screaming kids trying to dump Mommy off of the cute pink raft while admonishing myself for not starting that exercise program that was my New Year's resolution, there is no tan, just serious redness and instead of leisurely enjoying a nice frozen margarita, I will probably need to take a straight shot of the tequila just to restore my senses! Oh to be me!!!
Somebody seriously needs to come clean my house! What I would give to have those organizational people on TLC come in and start throwing junk out. I am married to a pack rat and have brought forth into this world, tiny pack rats. My fantasy is to get them all out of the house for a couple of days so that I can haul all of the junk out into a huge pile in the back yard. In my fantasy I strike a match to it all, creating this amazing bonfire, lighting up the night sky that I then proceed to dance wildly around, exorcising the pack rat demon that has inhabited our house. Right now you are probably thinking I have already hit the tequila, no I just am sick of this JUNK! If you can give me a legitimate reason why a 14 month old needs so much stuff you will have solved one of my life's great mysteries! Packing to go somewhere with this little princess will soon require the rental of a small pull behind u-haul. I am fearful that she too, has inherited the pack rat gene!
And it's HOT! I get very cranky when it is hot! I need one of those little mood meters that you can add to your blog. Well maybe not, no one needs to see how ugly this can get!
Somebody seriously needs to come clean my house! What I would give to have those organizational people on TLC come in and start throwing junk out. I am married to a pack rat and have brought forth into this world, tiny pack rats. My fantasy is to get them all out of the house for a couple of days so that I can haul all of the junk out into a huge pile in the back yard. In my fantasy I strike a match to it all, creating this amazing bonfire, lighting up the night sky that I then proceed to dance wildly around, exorcising the pack rat demon that has inhabited our house. Right now you are probably thinking I have already hit the tequila, no I just am sick of this JUNK! If you can give me a legitimate reason why a 14 month old needs so much stuff you will have solved one of my life's great mysteries! Packing to go somewhere with this little princess will soon require the rental of a small pull behind u-haul. I am fearful that she too, has inherited the pack rat gene!
And it's HOT! I get very cranky when it is hot! I need one of those little mood meters that you can add to your blog. Well maybe not, no one needs to see how ugly this can get!
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I want to go swimming!! I'll come over and we can do a FEW shots together, sounds good to me... I know what you mean about junk for the baby, we actually had to buy a shed to store everything in that we were done with because we just don't have enough room for all her stuff. It is insane!! Anyway, enjoy your pool and your cute pink raft!!
Come on over, I'll get you a pink raft, too! :) LOL about the shed, we have two attics full and a shed and a barn! LOL DH collects all of his junk in the barn, JUNK!
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