April 16th, 2008

T13: 100 Things: #61-80

T13

Thursday 13 + 7

Continuing

61. There’s always something else I should be doing. Always. Like now, I should be preparing orders for tomorrow’s shipment or folding laundry or doing dishes or sleeping.

62. My nickname in High School was Fro. See: The Hair

63. Is it me, or is the fact that a size 8 is considered “plus size” highly irrational?

64. I have bad skin. Like 14-year-old boy bad. Not the kind that scars my face for life, but it’s always been a problem. No, Proactiv didn’t help. No, spending $145 on Arbonne didn’t help. No, Neutrogena didn’t help. I’m now on a special antibiotic and zit cream to help. I’t snot It’s not really helping.

65. I got my husband to start a blog, but he’s not “blogging.” Argh. Why don’t people listen to me?

66. How AWESOME would it be if pot were legal?

67. I don’t get this new wave of “rock music” like Fall Out Boy, Good Charlotte, etc. I guess I’m now old.

68. I want to watch more movies, but that takes time and uninterrupted focus. See: blogging.

69. Perfumes and smells give me headaches. I’m getting older.

70. Most organized religions confuse me.

71. I love the way my girls smell, sans shitty diapers.

72. We owe $80k more on our house than for what we can sell it. See: Real Estate Bubble BURST

73. I just got a tax bill that will scare you out of your skivvies. Please, for the love of Oprah & the IRS, shop in my store.

74. I’m trying to become a better photographer like Secret Agent Mama. See: #61

75. I want desperately to donate to a charity, but there are SO many from which to choose. If I donate to one, the others get jealous. They all need my spare $12.

76. I’m lucky I didn’t get pregnant before I got married. But who isn’t, right Sluts? HIGH-FIVE!

77. I’ll consider myself lucky if I don’t get pregnant during the next 15 years of my fertile womanhood. That, and I’ll sue the urologist who performed HockeyMan’s vascectomy.

78. I’m addicted to sugar. I guess that’s better than heroin.

79. Apparently I’m a horrible snorer. Apparently I kept my mom, dad, and sister up for 2 nights before they bought me Breathe Right strips and a throat spray and it helped on night 3. Apparently HockeyMan sleeps right through the nightly nose symphony while he’s off in Ambienland.

80. I suffer from sporadic bouts of explosive diarrhea. Sexy, right?