Are y’all sick of me yet? The musings…they keep coming…fast and furious. Please holla back if you don’t have time for my time wasting and I promise I’ll stop! Until then, it’s time to sound off, my Smarty Sisters. Anything “working a nerve” that you need to unload? Let’s do this.
Very hypocritical of me to scream “FOCUS!” to my kids when I suffer from the “oooooh shiny/look, a bird/what does this button do?” syndrome. Kettle, it’s me again, your buddy Pot. Are you there?
What you DO matters – not what you SAY. I don’t give jack about what you say. Show me what you do.
Never do today what you can put off ’til tomorrow. Yep. I said it.
Been prepping for my “let’s-do-a-Disney-cruise-in-November” pitch to husband. Many thanks to my fb friends for posting your Disney Cruise pics from January. Ummm…dayum. YO, ADRIAN! LOOK AT ALL THE PEOPLE IN THIS TINY POOL! Narrow miss on husband-initiated divorce proceedings.
If you have a bird cage in your living room, it should have a bird in it.
No go on Dolman sleeves.
I want to be really good at one thing and not half assed at a dozen things.
There are two sides to every story and the truth is somewhere in the middle.
I’m sorry for the unkind words I spoke due to hunger.
True story: $10 sunglasses don’t get scratched, broken or lost. Ones that cost triple digits? Go ahead and run over them with your car now.
When did J Crew become so high falutin’? Don’t they know they are a mall store? They need to know their place.
If you see me at the car wash, cancel your outdoor plans…best predictor of rain than any weatherman.
My next response to “What have you been up to?” = Carmel Road, Sharon Road, Carmel Road, Sharon Road, Carmel Road, Sharon Road.
21 days makes or breaks a habit. The problem is the 21 days.
Number of days a week we eat dinner sitting down, at same table, at same time = 0.5
Dear Postmaster General, Kindly discontinue our service. We will do just fine without the catalogs, junk mail and credit card solicitations that you so diligently deliver 6 days a week. Instead of refunding our monthly service fee, reallocate to a fund to increase teacher salaries. Preesh.
Hi. My name is Susan and I’m addicted to carbs.
I’m sad for all our daughters that they will never get a mixed tape from their boyfriend.
Quick poll: Have you done any of the workouts you’ve pinned on Pinterest? Me neither.
If I put on my to do list: “be nice to husband” and “don’t yell HOW DO YOU NOT KNOW THIS?!?” during homework, then maybe it would get done. Maybe.
If I went to jail, how would I make my one allotted phone call without my phone’s address book? My phone will be sealed in a manila envelope marked “evidence”. I’m really worried.
When did bathing suit bottoms get so teency weency? This is ridiculous.
If you go to Brixx you better brush your hair ’cause you gonna see somebody you know.
When you buy fruit from HT, you better eat it on the way home ’cause it will be rotten by the time you pull in the driveway.
Having a backup camera is like having eyes in the back of your head. For real.
Are cantaloupe and pumpkin related? Cousins? Very similar insides.
Dear School, Do not allow my child to check out books from your library. Turning our house upside down every week looking for said book is a source of much stress. As I’ve mentioned, my husband and I have plenty to fight about. Change her status to “browser”. Preesh.
Do daddies still make their daughters learn how to drive a stick shift? I had to.
The laundry is never done. Never. Ever.
Smarty Charlotte, musings won’t make you smarter and you won’t learn a thing however I hope it makes you giggle! If you missed a chance to numb your mind, then go back and peek at past musings.
I said “Amen, Sister” for most of these…esp Carmel and Sharon Road, J Crew, and homework time! Well done, my friend, well done.
If you think bathing suit bottoms are little, imagine how the rest of us feel.
Keep ’em coming! I enjoy and can relate to so many of these!
You have me laughing outloud, Susan. Love these blog entries. I have one to add. “I wish my husband could trade schedules with me for an entire week. Then he might not ask me why there are rain coats, winter coats, wooden blocks better known as art projects, leotards and tights, half-full cans of glitter, preschool newsletters, empty capri-suns, and fruit snack wrappers all over the swagger wagon.”
I needed that! More, more!
GUUUUURLLLLL, this is your CALLING!!!
ok well, a lot, can relate. bathing suit bottoms, not ok. library return morning is hell at our house. re: brixx, kind of feel like it’s like that everywhere, right?
So I pretty much cook religiously every Sunday-Thursday night (don’t ask why), but it never fails that my son will call on Tuesday night on his way home from soccer…”mom, dad and I want to go to Brixx, did you cook dinner?” Well, when you left you asked me what was in the oven and I said, “PORK CHOPS! They’ve been slow-cookin for hours, don’t they smell delish?” Hmmm…they are still not home from Brixx as I write this response. Yea I would like to be at the Wine Shop with my friends right now, but my life just doesn’t roll like that.
Love it. You are right about laundry. It blows.
Love it and have been looking forward to them. Here is mine: Dear Starbucks, Caribou, Port City Java etc., for increased revenue and goodwill from Charlotte’s parents, might I suggest selling your skinny lattes at any soccer field on Saturday mornings for pre 9am games -FORTUNE TO BE MADE!