Well, I may have COMPLETELY lost my mind because lately I've been dreaming about babies and puppies.  And I might need an intervention.  Click over to my blog to see why:  "…

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Sometimes when the dog is licking your entire face, it's best NOT…

** Just hearing the word "lice" makes my head itch.

** A freight train accompanied by a brass marching band would be quieter than my children.

** Halloween decorations make me happy.

** Sun-baked dog poop is anything but easy to scoop.

** People actually eat fried Kool-aid without being paid to do so. …

** When you're a mama, your birthday is very often just another day.

** You know it's gonna be one of "those" days when you start it off by catching your dog divin' for toilet turds.

** Very few things can compare to a REALLY good scalp massage.

** "Mob…

If you've been riding my crazy train for any length of time, you know by now that I'm a big fan of making lists. I don't know why, but I feel like I'm accomplishing something just by creating them. So, in the spirit of making personal progress, here's another list that I've been putting together about THINGS THAT ARE BULLSHIT:

** Playing Christmas music the day after…

** The Tooth Fairy is trapped in my daughter's piggy bank (allegedly).

** Thanksgiving's NEXT WEEK -- holy shit!

** Approximately 85% of the lightbulbs in our house are currently out.

** I don't like being a pioneer.

** Life would be so much easier without…

Some people might think that being poked over and over again sounds like a rockin' good time. But before you get all hot and bothered and start drooling all over yourself, the kind of poking I'm referring to is the kind that takes place at an allergist's office. Yes, that's right, folks, I finally bit the bullet and went in for allergy testing a couple of weeks ago.…

** Sleep is allergic to me.

** Tattle-tells can suck it.

** A dying squirrel is NOT a pretty sight.

** It's all fun and games till you pull a thong outta your purse at the gym.

It's funny how the older I get, the less I care about things that used to totally ruffle my feathers. Maybe it's cause I'm too frickin' tired all the time to sweat the small stuff, or maybe it's cause my brain's overloaded with all the other shit that's always going wrong. Whatever the case may be, I find myself not wasting energy with things like worrying about my house…