I have forgotten how to comb my hair. It is a fairly irrelevant task in the grand scheme of my everyday existence, but I can't remember how to do it. Or blow it dry for that matter. It looks like a disaster every day, except the day I get it cut and Romela does it for me. Why can't she do my hair for me every day? I wonder what she would charge for house calls?
I don't watch Dawson's Creek every morning. I only catch a glimpse to see if it is the series finale. Haven't seen the series finale before (at least not the whole thing).
I only started watching ER in the morning because there isn't anything on at 8:00 am when baby wants to play and I need help staying awake. And, Dr. Clooney was on when I started and he got me hooked again. Just last week I found the plot lines online for the entire series and I'm just waiting for the episode where a guy gets smashed by a helicopter. Then, I'm done. That particular episode, if I've calculated correctly, might happen by the end of this week. At that point, we can eliminate ER from our morning and go for a walk before it gets too hot.
No, I didn't watch The Mormons last week on PBS Frontline. Why not? Two reasons: 1) I didn't remember it was on and don't watch the televizzle in the evenings because I am working and 2) I just plain don't care. Yes, I am one of them and I hope I am a good one, but I'm just not interested in a 4 hour documentary about "my people" and those that don't like them.
I don't really drive much anymore because the Monkey and I are at home most the time. This is good because with gas being ridiculously expensive, we're saving $50 a week. This is bad, because, I am even more paranoid when driving on the freeway than I have ever been. Morons in big trucks: please stop trying to kill me and my baby in my tiny VW. Yes, we are small, but that doesn't give you the right yesterday to try and merge on top of us. Please stay in your own lane.
I need new shirts, preferably 3/4 length sleeves either with collars that don't wrinkle easily or v-neck t-shirts that are long. Mom, if your reading this, maybe this can be my birthday present. I need new pants to, but I'm not willing to go down that route yet. Pants are too complicated.
My baby has finally decided that maybe one nap a day is okay. He made the right decision, for the both of us and I am very proud of him.
Ross, if you read this, please just ignore any typos or misspellings. I don't care, and neither should you.