Life At It's Finest

No question about it, I've been slacking in the blogging department. We've been knee deep in house stuff. Actually we've been in the 5th Circle of Hell. Not to be confused with the 4th Circle of Hell which involves pushing gigantic boulders up a hill only to have them roll back down for the rest of eternity. That sounds much more pleasant. In fact, I'd trade pushing rocks over dealing with inspectors and banks, A-N-Y D-A-Y, at least I would be in shape. As of right now, I think we are rounding third base and we're almost home but I'm not packing my sh*t yet. 

And speaking of being in shape, I'm back on the diet wagon. I guess that's another reason as to why I haven't felt like participating in "life" at the moment.  My really good friend's sister just started working at the Tudor's Biscuit World, which means FREE TUDORS! Do you know what I would give for some Tudors, namely, a sausage, egg, and cheese biscuit, and add the fact that it's free on top of it? Do you? Well I'd rather not say. But instead, I'm regulated to counting points.

So woe is me. Little Bit has a horrible cold at the moment with a cough that could raise the dead. Oh but she brought me a present home from day care the other day. A piece of toilet paper that she kept in her butt crack all day. Yep. You read that correctly, go ahead, reread that last sentence. Her teachers saw her itching around on her butt and when asked what was wrong she said "it's toilet paper, I'm saving it for my mama." Well I figured that said toilet paper was long gone but wouldn't you know it, when we got home, she TRIED handing it to me. NICE.