Farts, Other Stuff, and I May Be Dying

I’m going school supply shopping on the first day of Florida’s Tax Free Holiday with both girls in tow.

Clearly, I’m insane.

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I’d like for people to stop writing pretend letters to Caylee Anthony telling her how awful her mom is. Caylee is dead. She can’t read your pretend internet letters.

You’re creeping me out.

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I want to go back to the Del Coronado.

Maybe I should use the tips I learned from the two sessions I attended at BlogHer to pitch the Coronado Visitor’s Bureau, or maybe I’ll  just write a letter directly to the Del Coronado begging them to send me to there.

I would definitely die of gratitude.

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My anxiety tends to lead to me being very VERY impatient. I’ve been waiting to hear about something (cryptic) for over 2 weeks.

I may die of impatience.

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9 days from today, my youngest stars Kindergarten and my oldest starts 2nd grade. Both girls, in the same school, on the same schedule, AND IT’S FREE.

I may die of excitement.