Once again I have found myself joining the "I Hate Men" Club.

There's chocolate in my peanut butter.

Seriously, enough already.. damn paparazzi.

It's Walter CONKRITE, not Walter Concrete.

It's all about the bedding.

Seriously, I am so flippin' tired.

A sandwich without chips does not a sandwich make.

damn paparazzi.

Boiling water. Boiling water on the cherry juice stain will remove it, surprisingly so.

I spilled Cherry juice on my white sweater.. this does not bode well.

Clearly "tree trimming" has a multitude of meanings.

Why is it that no one "tells" a joke anymore. It's all via email. sad.

In the infamous words of Phil Collins (that's PHIL COLLINS, phil collins) "I rang your house and got no answer"

I do not like honeydew melon.

I like bread.

shhh

bacon.

Why is it that when I am getting ready for work in the mornings I think "gosh, I should put that thought on my blog", and when I go to blog of course I can't remember what it was I wanted to blog about... it sucks getting old. Perhaps I need to start writing it down, old school.

Before I said that life can change on a dime, that still stands, but it seems to be more "with one phone call" vs "on a dime". Oh, also a CNN breaking news email will do it every time.

I am going on a diet this weekend. I plan to stick to the slim-fast optima shakes, except for the ribs I plan to eat at a 4th of July party...