You should see my house. Cohen has pulled out every Lego we own and every blanket and quilt we own and Playhouse Disney is on full blast on the telie and I drank a Diet Soda for breakfast because the burning felt good on my sore throat. I was supposed to have a meeting here this morning and I wasn't going to even try and clean the place up. What is wrong with me? At least I got a good night sleep but I still feel rather junky inside. (read: ENOUGH WITH THIS COUGHING ALREADY!!!)
I think I'll sew this afternoon. I haven't sewn in 2 weeks. My machine is all dusty. I also watched "the Jane Austen Book Club" last night. It was okay. I was hoping for better.
I'm Lori. I'm married to Mike and have two kids. I craft. I read. I journal. I work. I love it when the house is clean, but hate the process of getting it there. Between Cohen's Legos and my projects we can mess it up really fast. I think Diet Dr. Pepper is the best treat EVER invented. I wish we had air conditioning. If I had a disposable income I would pay someone to grocery shop for me, unless I needed to go to Target. I wish I knew how to implement half of the ideas in my head. I'd be so productive. I always have great intentions and enjoy "biting off more than I can chew." It makes me feel like Super Woman... if I accomplish it. I love to belong to clubs. You now know more about me than you ever wished. I talk too much.