Somebody’s Got a Case of the Mondays

*raising hand*
*both hands*

Nowwww… twist – ding – twist – ding… Oh, wait – that’s my WiiFit trainer in my head. 4 days in a row. Commence congratulations. Mama needs encouragement. And a brownie.

I digress.

I can’t think of anything to write. I know – this is a blessing. I have no drama to speak of in my life, my kids are healthy with a touch of crazy, and my mom, MIL, SIL, sister, & BIL ALL read this, so I can’t get too much into sexy-time or lack thereof.

So what do I do when I have nothing to speak of? I speak of the Goddess.

Thy Goddesses name is Kelley.

The Mistress of Snark
The Queen of Women
The Mother of All Mothers
My Future Australian Lovah

If you don’t already read this bitch, consider yourself dead to me. Or, poop pop on over to her place and learn the keen art of the snark.

The most specialist thing about this lovah – she’s got 3 kids (two damn Emos and one a sweet potato-phobic, poop-smearing, anus-scrubbing-with-a-toothbrush, almost tween boy with Autism) and she STILL rawks some hot-n-sexy heels.

Someday, I will rub up on this hiz-ho, and we will rub up. I will use the power of Oprah & The Secret to get my Aussie woman.

Please stop reading this post (duh – AFTER you comment – I take that back – don’t stop yet).

You will enjoy Kelley’s posts way more than mine. She has an actual litany/arsenal/plethora of drama to share. That is, if you enjoy reading about poop, farts, snark, and a dash of ‘fuck you world’ thrown in.

Her entire life is a perpetual Monday. She needs your love and affection, or the pills will pour themselves into her mouth.

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