22 October 2010

I Don't Have to Make Sense

Maybe PMS is coming again, but I just caught myself reading diet pill comparisons while eating a snickerdoodle fresh from the bakery. Oh, and a sea-salted caramel (the last one in the whole delicious box!). As a friend of mine said when her Facebook status announced she had chocolate chip cookies for breakfast, "Don't judge!"

My three-year-old? Already thinks I'm not too smart. I walked by her room and she was sitting in her ottoman-on-wheels (that is also intended for storage). When I started closing her door and reminded her it's nap time, she said, "Yeah. Close the door so you don't be mad." Like I can't tell by the noise level that she's still awake? Okay, kiddo.

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