About time.

I have been meaning to start one of these blog thingys. I alway read other peoples verbal vomit and never spill mine.
So it is about time I do so.

I am not sure what is louder right now the sound of my typing, football in the background, the dryer or my tummy. I ate a late lunch today, a hamburger. No breakfast, no snack. I am h u n g r y.

I put battery operated candles in my windows for christmas. Now, I will be having sleepless nights scared of them starting a fire. I mean what's the point of having them when you only turn them on at night, they are on for a couple of hours, then you turn them off. Just another waste of my hard earned money.
Ha! Who am I kidding, I don't spend my money. Let the stupid mexican do it. That's my husband, btw.
I have called him that for many, many years now. Even on my cell phone, it say stupid mexican. My kids thinks it another nationality. Hilarious, methinks.

Thursday is our 11 year anniversary. Seems like a lifetime. What happened to me? I am 30, 3 kids and married since I was 19.
Gray hair, stretch marks and sex. Good sex. Give and take. It's worth it.

It's about time.